Amy Andrews Quotes

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

~ Amy Andrews

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

~ Amy Andrews

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided—bravo!

~ Amy Andrews

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

~ Amy Andrews

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

~ Amy Andrews

His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way.

~ Amy Andrews

He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.

~ Amy Andrews

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

~ Amy Andrews

If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

~ Amy Andrews

You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

~ Amy Andrews

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

~ Amy Andrews

He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

~ Amy Andrews

You do know I’m not psychic, right?’Dash looked down at her. ‘Joy...you do know that normal people don’t see ghosts, right?

~ Amy Andrews

Dash shoved his hands on his hips and looked down into the bowl. ‘You gave my fish pink rocks?’ he said as he turned to face her.Joy shrugged. ‘I didn’t really look at the colour I just grabbed the nearest bag.’‘It had to be pink?’‘There’s some blue as well.’He looked into the bowl again. ‘Not really.’Joy couldn’t believe she was having a conversation about pink rocks when the bigger question of what the hell he’d found out about the robberies was still unanswered. ‘You think it’s going to turn Ralph gay?’ she asked sweetly. ‘Given that he’s living his life out solo it’s kind of a moot question, don’t you think?’‘You’re right, I think he needs a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.’‘With those rocks? I think he needs Fishtank Barbie in there.’‘Is your masculinity threatened because your fish has pink rocks?’Dash folded his arms. ‘He’s a bloke. He doesn’t do pink.’Joy glanced at the bowl. ‘It works,’ she said. ‘It...blends.’‘He’s orange,’ Dash said. ‘Since when have pink and orange gone together?

~ Amy Andrews

There was nothing like the cold, heavy steel of a gun, the soft moan of an appreciative woman or the sharp burn of a good single malt to make a man grateful to be alive. Tonight, with his gun gone and his sex life a wasteland, Dash had to settle for whiskey.

~ Amy Andrews

A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples.

~ Amy Andrews

He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin.

~ Amy Andrews

Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.

~ Amy Andrews

He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.

~ Amy Andrews

I’m going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I’m going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you’re being murdered.

~ Amy Andrews

Faith was certain they were breaking several telecommunications laws. Laws that in some states might well count as pornography and probably carried a mandatory prison sentence. Faith was a law abiding citizen. She prided herself on that. She didn’t litter, she didn’t cheat on her taxes and she gave up her seat for little old ladies and gentlemen on the bus. She’d never even jaywalked. And she lived in New York for Christ’s sake! But then his hand reached down and fondled his balls.

~ Amy Andrews

He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she’d known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.

~ Amy Andrews

He looked down at her and their gazes meshed for long moments. “I was wrong before. You’re definitely the best part.” Faith’s breath stuttered in her lungs. Nobody had ever said anything so damn romantic to her in her life. She’d been told she was gorgeous and beautiful and sexy by men who’d been keen to get her into bed but she’d never been told she was the best part of anybody’s anything.

~ Amy Andrews

He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?

~ Amy Andrews