"Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often."
- Amy Andrews
"It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels."
"Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time..."
"Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties"
"Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree."
"This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck."
"His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way."
"He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her."
"He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer."
"If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago."