I can tell you that it's okay to feel whatever it is you're feeling right now. It's okay to miss him, and it's okay to hurt, and it's okay to feel lost-just as long as you come to me, or your friends, or your family, when all those feelings try to overwhelm you. Because in amongst all those feelings, some of you are going to be angry, and some of you will need someone to blame. It's okay to be angry. I can't tell you if it's right or wrong to feel blame, but what I can say is don't be angry for too long and don't hold on to the blame forever. That kind of anger can take away a piece of you, a piece of you that you might not get back.

— Samantha Young

I don't know whether to be proud or appalled that danger, blood and death inspire you so.

— Samantha Young

I don't want this heart, it's split in two.

— Samantha Young

I doubt even you can begin to understand the depths of her.

— Samantha Young

I feel like a crumpled up piece of paper that has something really important written on it. But no one will ever know what that is because all they see is something that's been discarded.

— Samantha Young

I love you," I whispered hoarsely. "You're my favorite person." The tears blurred in my eyes again. "And if you ever tell anyone I cried during this moment I will withhold sex for a year.

— Samantha Young

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.

— Samantha Young

I’m glad you’re quitting the bar."" You are?"" Yeah. I’ve never liked you working there, and I miss you on the weekend."" Why didn’t you say anything?"" Because you seemed happy. It’s sort of my life mission to make sure you stay that way," he teased.

— Samantha Young

In public, your Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you’re Jocelyn Butler—you’re hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,” he breathed. “I like that I know that. I don’t like the fact that other men do too.

— Samantha Young

I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?" Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?"" All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you"His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?"" I want this. I want our arrangement. Furthermore, I want you..." I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. "... to fuck it out of me.

— Samantha Young