J. Lynn quotes:

Leaning back against Cam's chest, I tipped my head back and I reached up, cupping his cheek. I drew his mouth to mine and kissed him softly. "Thank you." His lips curved up on one side. "For what?" "For waiting for me.

The moment we stepped out into the hall, Cam's apartment door flung open. Ollie appeared, a cellphone in one hand and Raphael wiggling in the other. "Smile!" he shouted as he snapped a picture on his phone. "It's like my two kids are going to prom.

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.

Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

Here's my library, where I don't do a lot of reading but mostly play Angry Birds on the computer.

If I fall and break my neck, will you say something nice at my funeral?" "Like 'Kyler was usually more graceful?

He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower stall and a Jacuzzi we could put to really good use. I know you'd like it.

My jaw dropped open. Holy crows...There's a couple of eagles mixed in there, Luke commented.And a few hawks, Aiden added.I rolled my eyes. Okay. Holy birds of prey! Is that better?Much, Aiden murmured.

It was a Friday night, she was at a club, and a good-looking man was currently giving her the I-want-to-take-you-home-and-I-hope-I-last-longer-than-five-minutes look"¦ and she was thinking about pie, a young adult book, and feeding her cat. She was so turning into the cat lady at twenty-seven. Sweet.

People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students.

Chad had prowled over to her, and she felt good caged in between those powerful arms, but when he kissed her flushed forehead and then the tip of her nose, she lost a little of herself forever.

My first crush was my brothers best friend.

I want to be with you.

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

Dancing can be addictive if you like it.

Did last night really happen?" One side of his lips tipped up, and my chest swelled. I'd missed that smile. "Depends on what you think happend." "I took my shirt off for you?" His eyes deepened. "Yes. Lovely moment.

I love you, Katy. Always have. Always will

I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.

A sleepy smile pulled at my lips as I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes. The sheets slipped over my bare skin and ended up somewhere at the foot of my bed. There was either a perverted ghost in my bedroom or Cam was wide awake.

Something else? That's the nice way of saying they're bat-shit crazy.

I trust you with my life

Am I going to have to carry you? If so, it would complete my badass knight-in-shining-armor act with you today.

Everything okay?" Cam asked, placing his hand on my lower back. Concern pinched his brows. "Yes." I dropped my cell back into my bag. Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.

I'm confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie."

When I reached for the button on her jeans, she smacked my hands awayI think I can do that, she saidAre you sure? I teasedBecause I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at. Her lips twitchedI'm sure you would be.

Are you sure? A brow arched upBecause I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.

We have to stop meeting like this." And that was the truest thing ever spoke. I needed to stop staring at his bicep... and chest... and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so... sexy. Wow. This was awkward. "You running over me, me almost running over you?" Cam elaborated. "It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.

You've been checking me out, haven't you? In between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy.

Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me. I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer," he replied.

I took a drink. "I guess it's different for you.""Hmm?" "I bet you have girls hanging all over you. Dozens would probably kill to be in my spot and here I am, allergic to your bread.

Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.

Join me? Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. "Pretty please? I'm lonely all by myself over here.

Good?" Cam said. "Right?" I took another bite and nodded. "Well, I have a whole ton of them at home." He stretched as he rolled up his napkin. "Just saying.

The Hamilton family was a bunch of hugging folks

Guess what, Avery?" "What?" I wondered if he could see how fast my heart was beating beneath my shirt. "Remember how you just said you were having a good time?" Cam lowered his head so that our mouths were scant inches apart. "It's about to get better." "Is it?" He shifted his head and his nose grazed mine. "Oh, yeah." "Are you not going to kiss me again?" His lips tipped up. "That's exactly what I'm going to do.

Bridget did the only thing she could do in this situation that wouldn't end with her doing a life stint in prison. She flipped the woman off. With both hands.

...his gaze met hers. It was crazy. Dressed down in worn blue jeans and a black shirt, he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. And the moment was sort of perfect. Even with the deer head staring over his shoulder like a total creeper.

I kind of missed the whole running into each other thing. Provided a lot of excitement." "I don't miss that," I admitted, bending over and rummaging through my bag for my notebook. "That was really embarrassing." "It shouldn't have been." "Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing." Cam's mouth opened. Oh my God, did I really just say that? I had.

Whoa," Brit breathed, handing my drink back to me. "That was..." "Really hot," Jacob finished. "I thought you two were going to rip off each other's clothes and start making babies right here on the dirty, beer covered floor. Like I was going to have to start charging admission for what was about to go down.

I want to be here with you, Avery. You don't have to worry about impressing me or wowing me. You've already done that.

We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected. Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.

Avery: "So I've been doing some thinking." Cam: "Oh God." Avery: "Shut up.

A person is only complete when she has a true friend to understand her, to share all her passions and sorrows with, and to stand by her throughout her life.

He's not the relationship kind or so I hear." "And do you want a relationship?" I asked her. "No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more." "Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested. "Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.

Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably move in. That would be fun. I really liked Jacob, but I had a feeling he'd borrow my clothes.

I've wanted to be with you since the first time you turned me down. I've just been waiting for you to come around.

I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old." "Even when I'm old?" "Even then.

Good God, you don't give up." "Nope." I laughed, couldn't help it, and his smile spread in response to the sound. "I'm sure there are plenty of girls who want to go out on a date with you." "There are." "Wow. Modest aren't you?" "Why should I be?" he shot back. "And I want to go out on a date with you. Not them.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.

You do know him, so that's a lame excuse." It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How do you really ever truly know someone?" Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. "He's not a serial killer." "Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho." Jacob stared at me. "He's not Ted Bundy.

And you're a bad boy?" I asked. Ollie's grin was contagious. "Oh, I'm a bad, bad boy." Cam shot his friend a look. "Yeah, as in bad at spelling, math, english, cleaning up after yourself, talking to people, and I could go on.

Giving the tortoise a little wave, I kind of felt stupid afterward for doing so. It just stuck its head back in its green and brown shell. "That's a very interesting pet." "And those are very interesting shorts." His gaze dropped. "What are they?" Leaning forward his eyes narrowed and I stiffened. "Pizza slices?" Heat swamped my cheeks. "They're ice cream cones." "Huh. I like them." Straightening, his gaze drifted up me slowly, leaving an unfamiliar wake of heat behind. "A lot.

Sorry," he said, his voice thick and gruff. "It's morning and you're sitting on me. That's a combination meant to bring any man down.

I'm serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.

While the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me." I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was"¦really sort of perfect." "I'm really sort of perfect "¦ Everyone else knows that. You're just a little slow on the uptake.

Tell me what you want, sweetheart "¦ Anything. And I'll do it.

I just didn't know how much of this I was capable of. How far this - whatever it was - would actually go before old fears overshadowed the warmth.

All I'm saying is once you've been out in the woods and heard the things I've heard, you'd believe in Big Foot and the chupacabra.

I love you." - Avery "I know." - Cam "Cocky." - Avery "Confident. I love you sweetheart." - Cam

Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.

If u were Pinocchio, ur nose wld span the state.

It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.

I've never watched The Notebook either. Not big on romance flicks," I admitted, opening the huge cartons. "Really? I thought every girl has seen that movie and can quote it at a drop of a hat.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.

Are you sure?" A brow arched up. "Because I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.

A fine shiver coursed over my skin. "Seth?" "Yeah?" "You were in my dream." One amber-colored eye opened. "Please tell me we were naked." I rolled my eyes. "You're such a perv." He sighed mournfully as he wiggled closer. "I'll take that as a no." "You'd be correct." Unable to fall back to sleep, I started chewing on my lip. So many worries surfaced at once that my brain spun.

He immediately started charming my mom until she was nothing but a gooey puddle in the middle of the foyer.He loved her new haircut.She got one?I guessed her hair did look different.Like she'd washed it or something.Daemon told her that the diamond earrings were beautiful.The rug below the steps was really nice.And that leftover scent of mystery dinner-because I still hadn't figured out what she fed me-smelled divine.He admired nurses worldwide,and by that point,I couldn't keep my eye rolls to a minimum.Daemon was ridiculous.

Two people see each across a room or their skin brushes. Their souls recognize the person as their own. It doesn't need time to figure it. The soul always knows... whether it's right or wrong.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

My first celebrity crush was Jonathan Brandis. I even got to talk to him on the phone. I wrote a fan letter, and he answered. Talk about a surreal experience.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch - a fantasy one.

What are you up to?" "Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem," he replied. "That so reminds me of Harry Potter," Brit said, sighing. "I need a re-read." We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. "What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

Yeah, because when you're attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you don't act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.

You're young and you have all your life ahead of you.

I can't wait for everyone to read 'Don't Look Back.' It's something very different for me, my first romantic suspense novel, so I'm very excited to be sharing the book, finally.

The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that nothing was wrong. And look how well that was turning out.

Actually, I'm going to nerd out on you, so prepare.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead. "I'm not going anywhere," he said. "I'll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.

Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.

Because he should want to be in a relationship with me! I'm friggin' awesome.

You're a good guy, Cam." "No, I'm not." He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. "I'm only good with you.

You were perfect." Cam dipped his mouth to mine. "Only because I was with you.

It was a cookie, not a crack pipe.

I'm confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie.

Cookie for you. Cookie for me.

My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere.

Yo! Cam!" Beer Guy jumped off the porch and jogged down the sidewalk, passing me a quick look. "What you up to, man?" Saved by the frat boy. Cam's gaze didn't veer from me, but his grin started to slip. "Nothing, Kevin, just trying to have a conversation.

Thank you." His lips curved up on one side. "For what?" "For waiting for me.

We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don't want to tell us.

Envy grew like a cancer, deep and invasive.

She tried to swallow, to take a breath, but her eyes met his, and there was nothing but aching intensity in his gaze. And she was drawn in, swept away.

He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that sent a wave of heat through her veins. And then his lips moved lower, leaving a hot trail behind. "You drive me insane, absolutely freaking insane. Do you know that? I bet you do.

There is no one else - there's never been anyone else but you. You're it Maddie.

And this must be Avery?" "Oh, God, no," Cam said. "This is Candy, Mom." His mother's eyes widened and a bit of color infused her cheeks. "Uh, I'm..." "I'm Avery," I said, shooting Cam a look. "You had it right." She spun around, smacking Cam across the arm. Hard, too. "Cameron! Oh my God. I thought..." She smacked him again and he laughed. "You're terrible.

Cuz if he was hot, you should've used it to your benefit. That could've become the best ice breaker in history. Like you two could fall madly in love and you get to tell everyone how you plowed him before he actually plowed you.

I'm a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that you're pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

You're nice to me because you think I'm pretty?" "And because you have brown eyes. I'm a sucker for big old brown eyes.

Do not tell me you don't know you're pretty. If so, I'm about to lose all faith in mankind. You don't want to be responsible for that.

I can see that you don't believe me. Maybe it was the cookie? Well, you refused to taste my cookies last night and honestly, I was going to eat the other cookie, but you looked so tired and sad sitting there, I figured you needed the cookie more than I did.

We're partners." "Huh?" "We. Are. Partners,

Crumb," he said. "What?" A slight grin appeared on his face and then he reached out, without the napkin, and before I knew what he was doing, he smoothed his thumb over my bottom lip. Every single muscle in my body locked up and became painfully tense. My eyes widened and the air caught in my throat. The touch was slight, barely anything, but I felt it in several parts of my body. "Got it." His grin spread.

It's just a cookie, sweetheart.

Well, prepare yourself. I am all kinds of thoughtful this week. I brought you something else.

Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.

Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.

I'm just not interested." "Do you have ovaries?" Jacob asked. I shot him a look. "Yes." "¦ "Then how are you not interested.

I'd still be nice to you if you were ugly." "Okay." A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, "I just wouldn't offer you any cookies.

I live to service you

I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me.