Home > Work > Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4) QUOTES

Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4) QUOTES

1 " Shit, this woman's scary. I'm glad my manager's the short one with the wispy hair and the shaking hands. Milo knows how to get stuff done, but he's about as terrifying as a goldfish. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

2 " Turner's openness is starting to become more and more appealing to me. At least I know what I'm getting with him. And I still need to tell him about Dax's kiss. That, and his proposition. I haven't had even a single second to get him alone since, but the secret is burning a hole in my pocket. I need it gone. It's like I'm allergic to the fuckers now. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

3 " He's no Turner Campbell, but the kiss is different than anything I've ever felt before. It's like kissing death, but in a good way. Like having a bite of that final rest, tasting soothing comfort and reassurance. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

4 " Are you in?" I roll my eyes and try to kiss him again, but he won't let me. I pinch his nipples, and all he does is wink and growl at me. "Say it."

"Fuck you"

"We'll get there, Naomi. Be patient. But first, you have to say it." I keep glaring, but I feel my body melting, my shields and my walls crashing down in flames. "Say you're mine, tell me that you're my girlfriend."

"You're my boyfriend," I say, and the words nearly kill me. "That's all you get for now. Best I can fucking do. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

5 " Naomi's my girlfriend," I say aloud, just to test the words, see how they feel fucking across my lips. Ronnie flips a page in an old copy of Rollin' Strong magazine and ignores me.

"Yeah, we heard. Sixteen times since we came in here," Josh bitches. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

6 " Just tell me you're mine, I'm yours, and you won't kiss, fuck or otherwise let any other man batter dip his corn dog with you. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

7 " And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

8 " Falling in love sucks. It's like being dragged into a black hole. Once you get caught in the orbit, that's it. There's no getting out. The gravity of the emotion crushes you down until you're nothing but that, (...) "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

9 " Just hold my fucking hand,” Turner whispers against my ear, giving me goose bumps. “Just lace your fingers with mine and hold on like your life depends on it, like our pulse is dependent on this one, single connection. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

10 " You can't trust a rock star, ask anyone that knows. Guitarists are always whores; drummers are too dedicated and too intense; bassists too inexperienced, and lead singers are trouble. Stereotypes maybe, but stereotypes are there for a reason, right? "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

11 " You look like a fucking angel.” As soon as the words are out, I feel better. Honesty. I guess it all comes down to honesty. No wonder Turner's such a blabber mouth dumb shit. He just blurts whatever he feels whenever he feels it, and while there are all sorts of things wrong with that, it must make him feel pretty damn good. The cocky arrogance makes a whole lot more sense to me now. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

12 " I won't rest until you're mine and that's that. Get over it and quick. We've got a life to live. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

13 " Just tell me you're mine, I'm yours, and you won't kiss, fuck or otherwise let any other man batter dip his corn dog with you? "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

14 " Secrets hurt; secrets kill. How many fucking times do I have to say this? "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

15 " I get the niggling feeling in my belly that says it's time for a new song. It hits at the most random, inopportune times. Fucking creative muse bitch. I stand up quick and grab a pen from the desk in the corner, flipping my arm over and finding a space between the tattoos. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

16 " Mr. Ryker is fucking hot. Thick, bulging muscles worthy of a romance novel cover, long legs, big hands, a whole sleeve of floral tattoos. Yeah. Flowers. Fucking flowers on this man's massive bicep. He looks like he could crush a tree trunk with those long fingers. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

17 " I sigh and touch my hands to my cheeks, pulling up the memory of Dax's frozen kiss. If Turner was the king of molten tongues, then Dax would be the lord of ice. I don't know how to weigh those two things together. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

18 " I close my eyes to escape the burn. His eyes are so hot right now, I feel like I could be incinerated. The intense heat pouring off his body makes me think of Dax's cool touch. I'm sure it could kill, too, but it would be a quiet death, lulling you to sleep, promising life is better on the other side. Turner's touch, it simply sears and sizzles, melting me into nothing. Quick, painful, intense. I love it even though I don't want to. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

19 " Yeah, cheat. Kissing another dude is cheating. Fuck, kissing another anybody is cheating. Chicks are off limits, too. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)

20 " I lean up to kiss Turner's moist lips, but he pulls back and smirks down at me, touching the bare skin on my hip with gentle fingers. "

― C.M. Stunich , Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots, #4)