Ophelia London Quotes

No one who's been into music ever really stops being into it. It's in your soul forever. Maybe it gets buried deep under piles of shit for a while, but it's always there, waiting to make you happy again.

~ Ophelia London

She lifted her chin; her head weighed fifty pounds. You tried to poison me. Pretty sure I succeeded in that.

~ Ophelia London

Luke's eyes were on a government position in DC, while all Natalie wanted was help make the world a sweeter place.

~ Ophelia London

Your head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.

~ Ophelia London

We're not thirteen and this isn't a locker room. Fine, fine. Just remember, I had to watch Dr. Phil with Mom for two months after I had knee surgery. I'm practically a psychiatrist.

~ Ophelia London

The way he looked at her made her heart beat fast. I like you, Natalie. She could not let that mean anything to her. That's natural. I'm likable.

~ Ophelia London

Luke snapped awake to see the gray-haired woman looking at him while adjusting her glasses. She smiled like he was something to eat. There aren't many good shots of you when Natalie was on your lap. She's either leaning over you, or you're at her neck like Bela Lugosi. Though there's one really good part at the end ---

~ Ophelia London

He pointed past her shoulder. We're surrounded by neighbors. Though once I have you inside, the walls are thick. You'll have to scream really loud for anyone to hear.

~ Ophelia London

She kissed her teenage fantasy, the popular boy she used to dream would see something special in her and love her forever. The man kissed her back.

~ Ophelia London

You're head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.

~ Ophelia London

First one of you to call me Yoko,” Todd warned as he stepped up, “is a dead man.

~ Ophelia London

Her arms slid around my back and I heard the softest moan in my ear as she snuggled into my chest. Her mouth pressed to my neck, not kissing, just…there. On me.Dammity-damn-damn-damn.

~ Ophelia London

He wished he was doing much more than kissing the back of her silky hand, though throwing her on the bar and devouring her like a man-eater wasn't a wise option.But... he was only human.

~ Ophelia London

I don't spill my drinks on just any man, you know. She touched his cheek. only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.

~ Ophelia London

In the grand scheme of things, we share a mutual goal, but I'm not a distraction.He couldn't help laughing, probably loudly enough to scare a school of hammerheads.What?Sharona Blaire. He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the smooth ocean surface. You've been nothing but the sexiest, most desirable distraction of my life. The admission hung in the air, suspended, and for a painful moment, he regretted being so open... trusting.I guess that means we have something else in common, Jeff Cruz.

~ Ophelia London

I shouldn't brag, but I'm one of the top experts in my field.She swallowed. Of shark sex, you mean.Well, that, too. Anything you want to know on the subject, Sharona... anything --he pulled back a sexy half grin --- I'd be happy to enlighten you.

~ Ophelia London

Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they weren't even touching ---was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?

~ Ophelia London

His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldn't have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.

~ Ophelia London

I think you look...very nice. the way he said it, with a slight pause and that sexy accent, made Sharona forget all about jet lag. Instead, she was on high flirt alert.

~ Ophelia London

Hooking up with a tall, dark stranger in a bar wasn't anywhere on her to do-do list, but as she eyed those broad shoulders, the thick neck, strong-looking hands, and gorgeous mouth...What the hell, maybe he should be on the top of her to-do list.

~ Ophelia London

If your heart loses the ability to trust, you'll never love again.

~ Ophelia London

And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.”“Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. “Offer to buy me dinner first, then I’m all yours.

~ Ophelia London

Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.“Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.

~ Ophelia London

She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.

~ Ophelia London

The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.

~ Ophelia London

Miles jogged off, leaving her alone in the large and quiet room. Aimee stood still, waiting for her mind and heart to go back to normal, return to how she felt a week ago before seeing Miles again.But they didn’t. Or wouldn’t. She put both hands over her pounding heart, exhaled, and sank into a chair. Nut-burgers. Now what?

~ Ophelia London

When he began to play again, then sing those first few words, Aimee felt a flutter in her stomach she wasn’t able to squelch. She wasn’t a robot, after all. And it wasn’t so bizarre to get a little fluttery over a boy as talented and hot as Miles Carlisle. Millions of girls suffered the same ailment. But how many girls stood backstage, close enough that he’d accidentally felt her up in the dark? And how many of those girls had already had their heart broken by him?

~ Ophelia London

If I kissed her now, one of two things would happen. We’d either get naked right here on the beach and probably get arrested, or I’d somehow manage to get us up the hill to my house, and then we’d get naked. But kissing her once, then letting her go. That…wasn’t possible. I couldn’t kiss her then go back to my ordinary life. I wasn’t Superman. If I was, though, the girl in my arms was more lethal to me than kryptonite.

~ Ophelia London

Much to her dismay, he was even better looking up close. The kind of sexy that made panties fly on stage. The kind of sexy that made her want to say, “Screw you!” to her twenty-four more man-less days.

~ Ophelia London