“Quentin flicked a quick glance back at her again. Poppy. This girl had the wrong name. She should have been Rose. Great face, lots of prickles.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos Baxter Author:Ros Baxter
“Why this girl? Why had this girl crawled right under his skin and made an uncomfortable home there? Why did he want to make things good for her, to see her smile, to make her face and her voice make all those interesting shapes and noises? Why did he want to stay up late with her when he knew she should be sleeping, just to hear her talk about maths and politics and the state of the world? This was not Quentin. Quentin did not like skinny girls. He didn’t like serious girls. And he really hated bossy girls. Quentin loved curvy, fun, uncomplicated girls; girls who laughed at his jokes and took off their bras when they danced on tables. If they wore bras at all. Yet here he was, washing up and mopping and feeling like five kinds of an arsehole over hurting the feelings of some skinny, serious, bossy girl.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpike Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“Quentin wasn’t stupid, despite living what his father called ‘a lifestyle unworthy of yourself’.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpike Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“It had seemed like a good idea at the time, a sure-fire way to impress this girl, who was as cute as hell but wound tighter than one of his father’s antique clocks.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpike Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“As an ex-footballer, sometimes surfer and wannabe rock star, Quentin had been fucked by cheerleaders, surfer girls and groupies, but he had never, ever been fucked like that.” PoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpikeNumbered Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“Quentin Carmody didn’t do early mornings, heights or bossy women.” PoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterNumberedRock And Rol Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“Quentin had told Spike that inking ‘percussion’ across your knuckles was kind of lame. It takes more than ten letters to make a badass knuckle tattoo. That was the problem with drummers. They didn’t listen. But they always seemed to get laid anyway.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpike Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“He shook his head at her question. Did women really think men cared about that stuff? Did he care if she did this all the time? Definitely, definitely not. He could honestly say he did not give a flying fuck whether this girl dragged guys home every other day to have her way with them for seven hours. He was just glad as hell she’d decided to do it with him. Today. And hopefully maybe again. Sometime.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpike Book:Numbered Source: Numbered
“She frowned, and the effect was so pretty he wondered if he was going mad. Why did he find this cranky, kooky woman so damned appealing? He knew for a fact he could go out tonight and drag home some hot, willing chick who would stroke his ego and never argue with him about anything. He closed his eyes and remembered just how good that felt. Willing women; god bless them.” Rock And RollPoppyBreast CancerJuliaAmy AndrewsQuentinBucket ListTerminal IllnessRos BaxterSpike Book:Numbered Source: Numbered