Rachael Wade Quotes

The second he slipped inside of me, all I'd doubted, questioned, or feared evaporated, leaving me with one single, definite truth--I'd fallen in love with him in an all-consuming blaze that would blind me if I wasn't careful. We fit together like poorly cut puzzle pieces, but when the edges joined and were positioned just right, our scattered images came together to create a solid, deliberate piece of art, completely crystal clear and in focus. I was a goner.

~ Rachael Wade

Is there a problem, Ms. Parker? Something you want to say to me? Reaching for his tie, he began to loosen it, unraveling it with his fingers, angry eyes still locked on mine.I'm not sure I like being your pet. Or science project, I don't know which.You have a smart mouth.You make smart observances.You're going to make this invitation difficult, aren't you?If you're dishonest with me, yes.You'll regret it if you don't accept.Is that a threat?That's a promise.

~ Rachael Wade

Stumbling closer, I held up the manuscript, the pages flapping frantically in the wind. “I take it this is a murder mystery? You killed the ex-fiancée and thanked her in the dedication? Mighty dignified of you, I must say.”“Nah. It’s a horror novel. But yeah, the bimbo dies in the end. Bob Hall says it’s going to be a bestseller, so I figured I owed her some thanks for the inspiration.” He edged a few feet closer, his smile spread from ear to ear. The glimmer in his eyes flickered toward the ocean, breaking our connection. He hung his head, licked his lips, then returned his eyes to mine, restoring the connection with an intense smolder. “Are you gonna get over here, or what?”Letting out a soft chuckle, the tears began to blind me. “Make me.

~ Rachael Wade

What do you see when you look at me?”My eyes narrowed and I pressed my lips together, weighing my thoughts. All of his bimbo admirers aside, what did I see? What did my gut tell me about this man? What did it say that allowed me to wind up here with him, under such impulsive circumstances?“You’re a sad man,” I swallowed. “You’re arrogant and set in your ways, but that creates a fortress for you. It’s your safe haven. Behind the moat is someone who has lost something he loved, only I’m not sure what, or who. You’re afraid of something and your loyalty is hidden away in a cell, wounded by betrayal.” I rested my head on the pillow. “That’s what I see.”“On second thought,” he exhaled, letting his head drop next to mine. “You’re psychic.

~ Rachael Wade

Well, in the meantime, Carter and I have been discussing the matter of Ryan. This time it wasn't the clang of a pan I heard, but instead a messy smack--the contact of Carter's backhand with Dean's head, I presumed. Just hear me out. You have options. I have an Italian uncle. He'll make sure Ryan is sleeping with the fishes by next week.Dean! Unable to repress my amusement, my eyes flew wide and my grin grew.Either that, or we can go all Sweeney Todd on him and--Oh, will you stop? My laughter was crippling. There will be no calls to your uncle and no trip to the barber shop--please, leave Sweeney Todd out of it.

~ Rachael Wade

Hey Kate, you coming to our show Friday night? He leaned in close and touched my shoulder. The guys would love to see you there.Yes. Yes, the guys would indeed. Carter rolled his eyes and smirked. I held back my grin, well aware that he was laughing inwardly at the same thing I was. When Dean spoke of 'the guys,' he mostly meant himself. With a body like a Ken doll and hair like Meredith's McDreamy, I couldn't figure out for the life of me what he wanted with me.

~ Rachael Wade