Cherise Sinclair Quotes

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

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

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

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

~ 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.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Chocolate's better than sex any day.

~ Cherise Sinclair

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

~ Cherise Sinclair

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

By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.

~ Cherise Sinclair

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change.

~ Cherise Sinclair

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

~ Cherise Sinclair

So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.

~ Cherise Sinclair

A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.

~ Cherise Sinclair

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!

~ Cherise Sinclair

An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You know I still don’t like your…hobby.”“Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.

~ Cherise Sinclair

And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?

~ Cherise Sinclair

You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

~ Cherise Sinclair

Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.

~ Cherise Sinclair

If you are with me long, I will begin to spell Master with two M’s.

~ Cherise Sinclair

Hey, I see people manacled to log walls all the time. You bet. It’s a popular sport in Bear Flat. Gonna replace fishing soon.

~ Cherise Sinclair

If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.

~ Cherise Sinclair

You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.

~ Cherise Sinclair

The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.

~ Cherise Sinclair