Beauty isn’t all about tooth whiteners, hard abs, and hundred-dollar lipstick. Beauty is about growing old together, remembering when together, laughing together. If my picture disgusts you, fine. Go look at the faces of women who named a price toucan buy them for. I’m not the kind of woman who will ever be for sale, and sham eon you for not expecting more from a woman, or from yourself.

— Virginia Nelson

He responded by taking before he caught both wrists in one hand. His free hand reached into his back pocket. “Bianca, not everything is about sex.” Pulling out cuffs, he yanked her wrists above her head.“This is,” he added. “But not everything is.

— Virginia Nelson

Holyfuckingmancandy.

— Virginia Nelson

It was no way to think about her best friend’s boyfriend. But every time she saw Andy, her body reacted. My radar is defective, she thought grimly.

— Virginia Nelson

Jeremy would be a handsome groom. He looked like a Ken doll come to life. Probably has the same plastic lack of parts as his tiny counterpart. Did she mention that I probably brought her to more orgasms than your plastic junk could ever dream of giving her?

— Virginia Nelson

She’d wanted Randall Parks from the moment her hormones kicked in. Her best friend, her guardian when things got rough, her knight in somewhat-rusted and dinged up armor—he wore many hats in her life and none more important than that of best friend.

— Virginia Nelson

Tugging her purse strap up on her arm, she headed for Theodor. “You have my cell number. I’ll text you. If something goes wrong and he pulls an axe, you’ll be the first person I call.” Michelle groaned. “See, this is why I worry. The first person you call is the police. Then you call me and tell me the authorities iron their way, and you’re hiding in a closet.”“Yeah, ancient wooden closet door versus axe? And you Callie the illogical one?

— Virginia Nelson

When you kissed me… I felt special. I never really felt like I deserved it. That isn’t your fault. That was me. When I looked down the aisle on our wedding day, and you weren’t there, my first thought, as awful as this sounds, wasn’t, “Where is he?” it was, “Oh, it figures.

— Virginia Nelson