Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2) QUOTES

1 " A cold foot touches mine, an appendage so frigid it could freeze an iceberg. Or shrink a cock three sizes. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

2 " I’m very fertile,” Hollis informs me, flipping her hair back. “You should stay as far away from these ovaries as you can unless you want me showing up on your doorstep in nine months.” She rubs her belly in slow circles and I feel myself hardening.
I’ll fucking put a baby in that sexy stomach.
“Is that supposed to be a turn-off? Because I just came in my pants twice.” Pause. “Congratulations, you’re having twins. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

3 " Tell him to stop interrupting me, Mom,” I whine, glancing at my father, who’s watching us both, disgusted. Two grown men, with full-time jobs. Homeowners. Respectable members of society, arguing at his kitchen table.
Whatever. Tripp sucks and he’s dumb. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

4 " Trace Edward, what did I just say?” “That’s not my middle name.” He politely reminds her. “That’s Tripp’s middle name.” “Stop arguing with your mother,” says his father. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

5 " him. Ugh. STOP BEING AMAZING, DAMMIT! I’m trying not to like you! "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

6 " You lost, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Gag. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

7 " I’m definitely not sweet and I’m definitely not his sweetheart. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

8 " Did you just call me sweetheart?” she asks again. “You look sweet to me, darlin’.” “Oh my god—gross.” She jabs at the up button, desperate to get away from me. Well too bad—I’m going up, too. “Calling someone sweetheart isn’t a crime.” “No, but you don’t know me, and I find it offensive and condescending. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

9 " Hooray.” Her pink-tipped fingernail whirls through the air near her head, sarcastically. Wow. Okay, maybe not so sweet after all. “Hey…sorry I called you sweetheart. I didn’t realize you’re actually super salty.” This comment causes her brows to shoot up. “Just stop talking. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

10 " I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” I try again, laying on the charm. Another eye roll. “I didn’t throw it.” Cheeky. I like it. “What’s your name?” There. Try evading that. “I’m not telling you. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

11 " Whatever.” The wind kicks up, lifting the hem of her pretty, floral dress, tan legs exposed. Smooth. Lean. Great legs. “Stop checking me out, creep.” Creep? What the… "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

12 " The list goes on and on—not that we’re competitive. It’s just that I’m better. He simply won’t admit it. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

13 " Her mouth tastes like heaven. Her tits feel like heaven in my hands. Her pussy rubbing against my cock? Heaven. No other word can describe it, and I won’t even try because I’m borderline brain-dead at this point, all the blood having drained into my dick. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

14 " The point is, I made it clear to my mother that there was zero fucking in her house. Rest assured, I put her mind at ease.” The things I do for her. How has she not fallen in love with me yet? "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

15 " There’s a lot to be said for being attractive. I would know, because I’m handsome. I can’t control what my face looks like—it’s not my fault I’m so damn good-looking. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

16 " Trace Robert Wallace do not tell me anything untoward happened in that guest room.”
“Does dry humping count as untoward?” I muse, glancing off into the distance.
Mom’s water glass stops halfway to her mouth. “You better be lying.”
Tripp cackles.
True is laughing so hard she can hardly breathe.
I hate them both.
“Trace.” My name on my mother’s lips holds a warning. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“Okay, I’m lying.”
She tries again. “Are you lying?”
“Yes.”
“Trace!”
“You told me to lie!”
“I meant tell the truth!”
“Fine, okay, we kicked it old school. Is that what you want to hear? Heavy petting only. Jeez, Mom, there was no penetration—we’re just friends.”
“Don’t say penetration at the supper table,” Dad finally says, scolding me, causing my sister to launch into a laughing fit. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

17 " Me: Literally any word? And I say it and we leave? Trace: Yup—any word or phrase. Say, for example, you were talking and wanted to go and said wiener. I would know it was time to leave. Me: As if I’d be able to use the word wiener in a sentence casually in front of all those people. Trace: It wouldn’t have to be in front of anyone—you could whisper wiener in my ear. This has got to be the strangest conversation I’ve ever had with a man, in my entire life. Me: Um, yeah, no. Trace: What about smegma. Or moist. Ointment. Me: LOL I laugh, imagining the look on a baseball player’s face—or a wife’s, or a girlfriend’s—if I used any of those words in a sentence. Trace: Wanker. Phlegm. Plunker. Flaps. Me: No! Where are you coming up with these? Trace: It has to be a word that is distinct so there is no mistaking it’s the escape word! Me: I get that, but does it have to be gross? Trace: What’s gross about the word plunker? Me: LOL Trace: Fine. How about…Daddy. Me: LOL Me: Nice try—I am NOT calling you Daddy in public. Trace: So what you’re saying is, you’ll call me Daddy in private? Me: LOL NO! "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

18 " I’m very fertile,” Hollis informs me, flipping her hair back. “You should stay as far away from these ovaries as you can unless you want me showing up on your doorstep in nine months.” She rubs her belly in slow circles and I feel myself hardening. I’ll fucking put a baby in that sexy stomach. “Is that supposed to be a turn-off? Because I just came in my pants twice.” Pause. “Congratulations, you’re having twins.” Her nose and mouth contort. “You are so gross. "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

19 " That’s right. You said you’re in a book club, but do you actually do the reading?” More chips go in my mouth. I like the idea of making her wait for my answers, especially when she seems so intent on hearing them. “Yeah. Of course I do the reading.” “Because you like books.” Why is she saying books like that? As if the sound of the word is turning her on—it’s so weird. And why is she leaning forward, with her boobs smushed into the edge of the table? Is she doing that on purpose? “Yes?” “What kind of books do you read when you’re not reading romance?” I hear her low chuckle over the sound of the mariachi band and the chatter of the people surrounding us. Brat. I rack my brain for the last book I’ve read that wasn’t a book club selection. “It was a World War II biography written by a fighter pilot whose plane went down. He lived in the jungle for a few months without any supplies, food, or weapons to keep him safe.” “Was it a thick book?” “Um. Yes?” She nods. Nods again, watching me as she takes a few more chips and breaks them into pieces. “Uh huh. Tell me more.” Okay, what the hell is going on right now? It looks like she’s turned on, but I know she can’t stand me, so is she having a hot flash? Or a seizure? "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)

20 " Really. You read romance novels?” I bite into my first hard shell taco and moan. “What trope?” Trope. Another mental pat and I smile to myself when her eyes get soft. “Um.” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Mostly the usual stuff. Uh, cowboy romance and…sports romance.” What’s this now? Sports romance? I sit up straighter in my chair. “That’s a thing?” “Yes.” “What kind of sports are you reading about?” She ignores me for a couple beats, choosing that moment to bite into her taco—on purpose, probably!—chewing thoughtfully and not answering the question. Swallows. Takes another bite. I swear to god she’s doing that to torture me. “Baseball.” “Like, baseball baseball? College or what?” “No, professional baseball.” “You’re reading a romance about baseball players?” “I mean—the guy is a baseball player. The girl works as the nanny.” The nanny? What the hell kind of book is this? “He hooks up with the nanny?! Is he married? Where’s the wife? "

― Sara Ney , Hard Fall (Trophy Boyfriends, #2)