Cherise Sinclair Quotes

Gabi to Marcus I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!

~ Cherise Sinclair

Whatever demon invented stiletto-heeled boots should roast in hell...

~ Cherise Sinclair

She realised she was whimpering. Sir held her closer, his hard grip reassuring. This wasn't a dream; he really was here.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~

~ Cherise Sinclair

Have you gone crazy?.

~ Cherise Sinclair

I’m a firm believer in equality at all times—”“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You spanked me,” she told him.“I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?

~ Cherise Sinclair

She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.”Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.

~ Cherise Sinclair

She was so light, he could hold her all night without a problem.

~ Cherise Sinclair

I’m a firm believer in equality at all times

~ Cherise Sinclair

You're very lovely, gatita.Her brows pulled together, and she gave him a skeptical stare.Do not look at your master as if he's an idiot.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You’re so damn big,” she whispered.“Why, thank you cariño,” he said.

~ Cherise Sinclair

It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You see, when you're excited, your body has trouble telling the difference between pain and pleasure.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.

~ Cherise Sinclair

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so...so beautiful, Desirable.

~ Cherise Sinclair

the only thing men are fast at is sex.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Gabi glared. If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?

~ Cherise Sinclair

If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand? ~ Gabi

~ Cherise Sinclair

Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a month saying, Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire.

~ Cherise Sinclair

I'm a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break. - Logan

~ Cherise Sinclair

Feelings are feelings. They don't have dumb or smart labels

~ Cherise Sinclair

When something horrible happens, your brain doesn't process the memories right. It stores everything-- sounds, pain, smells, feelings-- all mixed up. It doesn't matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Marcus stepped behind the bar, saying, “Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.” Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.

~ Cherise Sinclair

MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.

~ Cherise Sinclair

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.

~ Cherise Sinclair

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?

~ Cherise Sinclair

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

~ Cherise Sinclair

She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?

~ Cherise Sinclair

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny? She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?

~ Cherise Sinclair

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.

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Chocolate's better than sex any day.

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I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

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What we have here is a failure to communicate.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?

~ Cherise Sinclair