Cindi Madsen Quotes

“I looked back at my relationships and noticed my dating life had been more like Con Air than Cinderella-you know, bumpy and full of bad guys.”

— Cindi Madsen

Look, I know you're a guy-" "Damn straight." "And there's some man rule that you've got to be all macho-" "Rule number three, actually." Both of her eyebrows shot up. "Would you just let me finish before I make you cry and break rule number three.

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“The toddler started making this whine/moan noise while pawing at Tabitha. I know as a woman I'm supposed to have this innate love of babies, but the truth is, they kind of remind me of zombies. They stumble around, arms out, moaning. And if they get a hold of you, they suck the energy out of you.”

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I do love you. I love you so much I can hardly breathe, and I don't know how we'll work everything out, but I want to. I've never wanted anything more.

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“I could feel the threads forming, from my heart to his. Threads that would become strings, until I was all wrapped up in him and couldn't separate myself from him without feeling like half a person.”

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“Maybe the key to moving on was distancing herself from Wes. Not all the way. Just a little bit.
Enough to let someone else in.”

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“After all she'd been through, it irked her that he thought he could just look at her and know who she was. She didn't even know who she was.”

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“It's just, sometimes lies look so much like the truth. And when you can't tell between the two, how do you know which one will make you happy? Maybe the lie will make you happier. And if you're happier with the lie, would you really want to know the truth?”

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“In all fairness, darlin', I should probably warn you that this ain't my first rodeo.”

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The bar was bursting with guys tonight-seriously, it was like Muscles R Us up in here, all filled-out chests and bulging arms with biceps upon biceps.

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I wanted to kiss you for a long time, and I decided that might be my only chance. I've been miserable ever since." Troy ran his fingers along her jaw. "It was almost better when I didn't know how it felt to kiss you.

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“There was something about the smallest gestures with him that made me feel like a teenager again. I told myself to just enjoy it.”

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I once heard this statement that women marry men hoping to change them, while men marry women hoping they'll never change.

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“The beaded purple top scooped low, showing off quite a bit of cleavage. And by quite a bit, I mean holy hell balls, that's a lot of boobage.”

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“I have to admit," I said when he finished a lengthy discussion on the types of drivers, "I've been golfing and it's about the most boring thing I've ever done. Old men drive around in golf carts pretending they're sporty and getting grouchy if there's any noise. It's like the nursing-home Olympics."
Nick's mouth dropped open. "It takes great athletic ability to know how to aim and drive the ball that far."
"I get more exercise shopping at the mall," I joked. "I don't come home and tell everyone I won at shopping." Although those red shoes I got on sale the other day felt like a win.”

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“A guy approached her, beer bottle in one hand, smiling at her in that way guys do when they think they're good- looking enough to smile and get anything they want. "My friend and I were just talking about what a sausage fest this was, and then you came in." He ran his appraising gaze down her body, lingering on the V of her neckline.
Faith crossed her arms. "That works out, because I'm here for a weenie roast.
He put a protective hand over his package-probably without realizing he was doing it-but his smile widened.”

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He caught her staring and waggled his eyebrows. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she worked to recover. "The minivan suits you. I think you should get one."
"Sweetheart, I already have to beat the ladies off me with a stick. If I get one of these bad boys, I might cause a riot."
"Do you ever stop?"
"I can go all. Night. Long.

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“So now would probably be the wrong time to tell you I rented that boxing movie with the hot guys, planning to watch it on mute?" Ashlyn asked.
"Well, as long as I'm invited to watch it with you, I see nothing wrong with that.”

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“Let's get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment," he said against my lips.
"Or maybe we'll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table ... periodically."
"Mmm. I love it when you talk nerdy to me.”

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“When I look at you, you know what I see?"
I met her gaze, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.
"I see the guy who saw me when no one else did," she said. "That's what matters to me. That's who you are.”

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“The moon always calmed her - something about the way its soft glow broke through, like there was still hope, even surrounded by the darkness.”

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She'd heard people talk about electricity and butterflies; being with Royce was like a lightning storm and hummingbirds.

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“Every now and then, we change our minds. It's our prerogative. The big secret is" - I leaned in conspiratorially - "sometimes, even we don't know why. There are times after we pick a fight where we're as confused as you are. But there's no way we're admitting it." I shrugged a shoulder, "That's why we have boobs."
Jake's eyebrows shot up.
"See, after we've acted crazy, and the guy's wondering what he's doing with us, we use them to mesmerize him, so he forgets that we're crazy." I shot Jake my most seductive smile and leaned the assets in question against his arm. "And by the way, if you look at my cleavage right now, even though I'm the one talking about it, I'll accuse you of not caring about what I saw and of just treating me like an object."
Jake swallowed hard, keeping eye contact with me, though I could tell he was fighting his impulse to look down. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. "And treating you like an object would be bad?”

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“Lottery was just a tax on people who weren't good at math.”

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“Nate wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Let's get you back and I'll build you a fire."
She liked the way he said it. He'd build HER a fire.”

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“There's this party tomorrow night. The client with all the ex-husbands is throwing it, and I've got to go. I know it's last minute, and that Fridays are really busy for you. I'm also sure it's going to be boring. Anyway, if you can't go, I completely understand. But if you don't come with me, I'll be forced to meet rich, eligible bachelors who may or may not have all their original teeth and hair."
I bit my nail as I waited for his answer, trying to prepare myself for the possibility he couldn't go.
"You're not really giving me much of a choice," Jake said. "Not when I know you've got a weakness for bald men with dentures.”

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“Cinderella was the first fairy tale I remember - the one I was most obsessed with because of the gowns and magic and pretty shoes. Yes, her home life was less than ideal - and considering the talking mice and birds, she probably needed serious therapy.”

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You're the one person whose opinion I care about. When I'm with you, the past dissappears, and I'm a better person.

— Cindi Madsen

“She glanced at the horse's stomach. "You got yourself knocked up, girl?"
"Actually, it takes two to tango, in case you haven't heard."
Sadie laughed, the happy noise filling the air. "Horse tango. Sounds like quite the show.”

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“I'm a young, good looking guy. I shouldn't be wasting all this charm on horses and cows. Cory waggled his eyebrows.”

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“I think it's cool that you care about your heritage, but yet you don't conform. Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll never lose that feisty, impulsive side of you.”

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“He lay back on the blanket, pulling her with him. Every few minutes, one of them would lose an article of clothing, until there was nothing and yet everything between them.”

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“After I closed the door behind us, bringing this Saturday night to a three-way kind of sitch-and not the good kind-I ran a hand through my hair. Uh,”

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I love you. I've loved you since I was sixteen years old, and I'll love you until the day I die. And I just ... needed you to know that.

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“I put my hand on his arm. "You know, Drew was exaggerating. I'm a nice person. Most of the time."
Jake raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on his lips. "So, you didn't really slap a guy in the middle of someone's wedding?"
I bit my lip. "Technically, I was at the reception, and I know it sounds bad out of context, but I swear he deserved it."
Jake looked down at me and I noticed again how blue his eyes were. My gaze moved to his lips.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.”

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“I haven't done anything you're supposed to do. Like get so drunk you puke and don't remember the rest of the night."
"Overrated, I swear."
She looked at me, that deadly look on her face, and I held up my hands. "Fine. You wanna get drunk and puke, I'm not gonna stop you."
"But I want to do, like more than just drinking." Her brow furrowed and I could practically see the wheels in her brain spinning. "I should make a list and outline a plan."
I was going to point out that list-making wasn't the best way to let loose, but I decided to let it go.”

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Marion's town slogan was "Where Main Street Meets Mountain." That was one of the reasons she'd loved the town, with the nearby woods, its colorful shops, and the feeling that time hadn't touched it the way it had the cities.

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“Jake buried his face in my neck and kissed a burning trail up it and along my jaw. "Should I ride the elevator of our building up and down all night, hoping you'll show?" he asked, his voice husky. "Or should we just plan to meet?”

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“I couldn't imagine choosing shopping when sex was an option.”

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“You don't have any baking stuff, do you? I like to bake when I'm hyper. My mom and I were supposed to make all the Christmas cookies tomorrow, but it looks like I won't be there for that. We always make chocolate chip ones shaped like trees and stars and such because sugar cookies are good and all, but there's no chocolate and when chocolate's an option, why wouldn't you have it?”

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“Connor felt the bed shift. He could feel the steady stare, but he didn't open his own eyes-he barely breathed, not wanting to give away the fact that he was awake. He wondered how long it'd take until she gave up on him and left the bed. He was too hung over to deal with it. A wet tongue dragged across his face. The bark that followed was so loud it made his ears ring. Then came more licking. He shoved his dog's face away, groaning as the bright light pierced his eyeballs. Fine, I'm up. I'm up.”

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“Kelsey flopped next to him, propping her elbow on the back of the couch so she was facing him. "Do you have something against happiness?"
"Yes. Don't tell anyone, but I moonlight as the Grinch.”

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“Every second around this girl was asking for trouble and he'd never wanted to be in trouble so bad in his life.”

— Cindi Madsen

If you could travel anywhere in the US for a vacation, where would you go?"
He reached up with his free hand and rubbed his jaw, two creases forming between his eyebrows. She wanted to take over for him, brush her fingers across his whiskers, make him groan the way she had earlier. But she decided to behave herself.
For now.
"I've always wanted to go to Yellowstone," he said. "See all the wildlife. Maybe go fishing." ...
"I'd pick a beach, Florida or California. Where I could be in my bikini more than not, rarely wear shoes, and wake up to the sound of the ocean."
"Well, if you're gonna be wearing a bikini, I'm switching to a beach vacation with you." ...
"Okay, so foreign vacation," she said, snuggling against him. "Then where would you go?" ...
"Let's just cut to the chase and say wherever you'd go.

— Cindi Madsen

“She closed her eyes, soaking in the feel of his hand, then opened them and stared at his perfect face as longing wrapped itself around her heart. "If this is a mistake, it's one I'll gladly keep making."
"I don't think it's a mistake, I just want to do things the right way."
"Not everything's always black and white. And you don't always have to put what you want on hold for everyone else.”

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“You're my friend who happens to be pretty and female. You do realize being your friend doesn't mean I don't have a penis?”

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“Oh, I'm just checking out books. I glanced at the one I was holding. Somehow, of all the places I could duck into, I'd wound up in the erotica section. In my hands was a book about bondage. Somebody kill me now.”

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“Mom laughed. Well that's why, when it's real, you do whatever you have to do to work it out. Screw stability. Forget common sense. Make a move.”

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He put his hand on my thigh. No worries, I got you now babe.

— Cindi Madsen

You want to go to a show tonight? There's this band called Crucifictorious from Texas, and they're supposed to be decent.

— Cindi Madsen