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One side of his lips quirked up in a sexy smirk. “Got a cure forthat frustration you got going on,” he said.“Got a cure for your ego?
— Jamie Farrell, Smittened
What, was there something special in your ice cream?” he said like an ass.“Estrogen,” she said. “You might notice some swelling in your boobs and shrinkage in your package for a few days.
— Jamie Farrell, Smittened
One of these days, I won't have a painful deadline! That's a lie, I probably always will.
— Amy Daws, Challenge
I can almost feel the wind beneath my wings
—  I can almost taste the thrill of flying away from this small town and never looking back.
I am so not kissing you tonight,” she informed him.He chuckled softly. And if she thought his smile wasdangerous, his chuckle should’ve been classified as a biologicalweapon. Sin in a sound wave.“But now you’re thinking about what it would be like, ain’tyou?” he said.“Only my stupid parts.
— Jamie Farrell, Smittened
He looked up from the paper he was scribbling on and offeredher a lopsided grin. “Hey, sweet pea. You bring me anythingspecial?”The lopsided bit wasn’t odd, but there was something forcedabout it. “Got a fresh bag of cat food outside.” Cat food that she’dbought with the twenty he’d left to pay for his ice cream.He pushed his makeshift drum set aside and rose with astretch. “Words every man dreams of hearing. Make my night ifyou say you got catnip too.”She tried not to giggle. She tried hard.But she couldn’t help herself. “Extra strength,” she said.This time, his grin came out bigger, less forced. “Woman ofmy dreams.”“In your dreams,” she said.
— Jamie Farrell, Smittened
Two years ago, she had inherited The Milked Duck Ice Cream Shoppe in downtown Bliss from Great Aunt Agnes. After gettingher degree in sociology and then bouncing around the country, waffling from job to job and one relative’s couch to another, she’d finally found where she fit: creating and serving happiness to the locals and the destination wedding tourists in Bliss.
— Jamie Farrell, Smittened
Those gray eyes slid back to her. “Your shower big enough for two?”“Yes, but the cats don’t like to get wet. Neither does theguinea pig. But you might have some success with the lizard.”Bad, bad move. Because both corners of his mouth weregetting in on the smile action. He moved them one at a time, first the right corner, then a slow follow from the left corner.And then he showed his dimple.
— Jamie Farrell, Smittened
I can’t make a first impression like the one I made on you. That would be horrible.”	“Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?”	Rowan made her ‘are you for real?’ face. “I think it’s safe to say getting tangled in dog leashes and then having one of the dogs urinate on you ranks up there with worst first impressions ever.”	“I’d classify it as most memorable…. I knew right then my life would never be the same.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
What if pretending is interfering with the person you’re meant to be?” he said.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
I’m in awe of you, Rowan Palotay,” he said softly. “And plan to make love to you for the rest of the night, but right now, I want you to be a good cowgirl and ride me.”	His finger hooked around the string of her panties, and he tugged them down and off. “The boots stay on.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut liqueur and she wanted to feast on him for the rest of the night. His kiss… his kiss took her to another place where fireworks blazed.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
Fair warning, though,” he added quietly. “When I hold you against me, I don’t plan on letting you go….”	She gently ran the pads of her fingers down his cheek and around his clean-shaven jaw. His face really was a work of art. “Perfect. Then I’ll be right where I want to be.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
Phew. I thought I was going to have to slay a few dragons for you while I was here.”	“I’m no damsel in distress, Your Highness. I can take care of myself.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
What prince wouldn’t make a country girl a little restless? Those eyes, that mouth, the broad chest, were a royal combination unlike any other. He only held power over her if she let him, though. He brushed his teeth just like every other person. Put on his shoes one foot at a time.	Prince Theo was just extraordinarily normal.	And she could handle him and her story.	Probably.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
And this, my friends, is how love f*cks up your life.
— Beck Anderson, Use Somebody
She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
I want to feel you up like we're sixteen in the backseat of a car. On the outside of your clothes," he said just above a whisper. "Touch you all over, then slide my hands up under your shirt.
— Rachel Gibson, The Trouble With Valentine's Day
She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cooltouch igniting shivers over his skin. “Is this a ploy to get another song out of me?” she asked.“It’s a ploy to get you out of your pants.”“And what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you getme out of my pants?”Will felt his lips curving up again. “Darlin’, you leave thedetails to me.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
They hadn’t been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Some days, Will wished he could’ve been like Mikey. Living it up, having fun, embracing the moment. But Will had never been the kind who could keep his heart out of it.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
And this is Kimmie Elias.”Kimmie inhaled a loud breath. “I had a dream you were thelove child of Bugs Bunny and the abominable snowman, but in my dream that was a good thing, and you lived in a mushroom that hadsecret passages into outer space,” she said.And here he thought he’d already heard it all.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Smoke hung heavy in the air. Will’s eyes stung. His throat.His nose. And the crackling. God, the crackling fire was like the devil laughing.Vera was in that house.Mikey gripped his arm. “Hold on, Will—”Will lunged forward. “Vera—”“Whoa, Will.” Mikey’s grip tightened. “Stop.”“The hell I will. Vera—”“Billy?” One of the cops approached him. Said a bunch ofwords. Helped Mikey hold Will back.Vera was in that house.Vera, her trusty wooden body, her frets, her new strings. Vera,who’d had his back everywhere from Pickleberry Springs toNashville to New York to LA, from seedy bars to stadiums.Vera, who’d helped him write his first song. His last song.Every song in between.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
That was his biggest regret. He loved playing for aliving, loved hearing his songs on the radio, loved being on a stage and the road, but some days, he wouldn’t have minded going home every night to a sweet wife and a couple babies and fried chicken on the table. That was what Lindsey had taken from him. He’d fallen hard. He’d seen what his momma must’ve felt for his daddy, he’d felt his world crack right down the middle when the girl who hadbecome his everything ripped his heart out of his chest.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Like Momma says, only thing you get by digging dirt is dirty.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Did you call someone and tell them you’re safe?”“Called and told ’em I’m not dead. Not so sure about safeyet.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Lindsey had a nearly uncontrollable desire to run herfingers through his hair, to see if it was as soft today as it had been the last time she’d known him. And that thick stubble on his cheeks and chin was long enough to be soft too. The good soft.Especially against her softer parts.Intrigue and desire warmed the smileys on her panties.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Heard a rumor you can’t cook,” he said.She didn’t look away from her reading. “You know rumors.They’re always true.”She had him there. According to some of the tabloids, he had fourteen love children, two with aliens and one with the sister of Bigfoot.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
If you kiss me and then leave again to go write anothertwangy song,” she said, eyes closed, lips barely moving, “I swear to God, I will snap that guitar in half and feed it to you for breakfast.”“You use the prettiest words.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
It is utterly unfair,” she said, shooing Wrigley away andtossing aside her blanket, “that your country boy smile isn’tillegal.” She pulled her feet from beneath him, but then she swung a leg over him and straddled his lap, still smiling at him while she took his cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft, open-lipped kiss to his mouth.Will’s pulse kicked up the tempo. He gripped her hips andpushed against her, parted his lips to make way for her tongue.Music exploded inside him. Electric guitars, keyboard, fiddle,bongos. No words, just the white-hot melody of their bodies.The intoxicating scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, but the intrigued woman scent was stronger—heady and spicy and everything.He wanted her.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
She was his, but she wasn’t.I don’t do love, she’d said.But with her, he didn’t know any other way. Even when hewanted to protect himself, he knew. She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
You could make friends with a possessed unicorn, couldn’t you?”“Probably so. We both fart rainbows.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
You wanna go see my old bedroom?”“Is that a pickup line?”“Come on inside and you’ll find out.”How was a girl supposed to resist an offer like that?
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Cinna slid down the bar, sassing three groomsmen andwinking at a fourth on her way.“I totally get why some animals eat their young,” Pepper said.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
Don't listen to the rumors...thieves of the truth.
— Nancy Glynn, And Never Say Goodbye
My favorite involves you wearing your black dominatrix boots.""What else am I wearing?""Nothing.""What are you wearing?""A hard-on and a smile.
— Rachel Gibson, The Trouble With Valentine's Day
Sweetheart, I have no intention of denying you a thing.
— Rebecca Brooks, Make Me Stay
I was just wondering how long we were going to pretend like we annoyed each other before we started sleeping together.
— Beck Anderson, Use Somebody
I knew in that instant that i needed to get to know her spirit, feel that fire, dive into that passion-and i didn’t even know anything about her other than the fact that she was my teammate’s sister and her name was Myla
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, Hat Trick
Rumors get started with a kernel of truth
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, Hat Trick
Though everyone who mattered to him told him to walk away, though Lindsey herself told him to walk away, he was still here. And she was still glad.
— Jamie Farrell, Matched
A quick and dirty whatever-it-was in the stolen minutes in the middle of the day was one thing. The quiet crackle of the fire, smell of warm bread, the home she knew was so important to him—this was something else altogether.
— Rebecca Brooks, Make Me Stay
She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
How bad is it?” she asked.	“Not bad.”	“You always wince when it’s not bad.”	Hawk chuckled.	Theo scowled at him. “It’s a little overly sensitive because I broke it six months ago.”	“I guess grace doesn’t come with the royal package,” she teased.	“My royal package is better than anyone else’s. Trust me.
— Robin Bielman, Once Upon a Royal Christmas
There were reasons she stayed behind her barriers, reasons she was the way she was.	And she'd be damned if she risked it all for a scowling man behind a beard.	She'd learned the hard way once before.	Never again, she promised herself. Never again.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
...Belief is strong. Stronger than rationality. Fear, love hope -all rational emotions, but they sway people more fiercely than any fact-based argument.
— Jessica Clare, Last Kiss
Ronan's tall, broad-shouldered form cut a striking figure, and with Bowser at his side, the two of them had an almost superhero-like air about them. They were resolute and unwavering in the face of frightening and hopeless situations. Man and beast, strong and steady.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
Maddy pressed her fingers to her lips, a smile blooming there. The man could kiss like the devil. Hot, passionate, demanding. Holy hell. Ronan McGuire was a force of nature, and equally dangerous.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
Ronan sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself not to look at her. If he did, he would want to kiss her again. That was all he could think about. Tasting her, drinking from her, and finding out if he made her half as crazy as she made him.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
His father had been in the military and so had his grandfather. It was a natural fit when Ronan and his brothers each donned a uniform of some kind.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
He tipped his head to Ronan and looked warily at Bowser. "Sir.""David, this is Ronan McGuire and his partner, Bowser," Maddy said. "They're two of New York's finest.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
Once we set our sights on something we want," Ronan rasped, "we don't quit until we get it." She wasn't sure if he bent to her or she reached for him, but the end result was explosive. Ronan's mouth covered hers, and with a strangled groan, she opened to him immediately. His tongue sought entrance and lashed along hers with swift, furious strokes. Maddy's arms tightened around his neck as she met his greedy kiss with one of her own. Devoured - that's how she felt - and she couldn't get enough.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
She wanted him, but she didn't want to want him.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
Lindsay strode to the door and picked up his overcoat from the back of the couch, where he'd tossed it when they came in. She wheeled around to hand him his coat; once again, as expected, Fred was standing right behind her. But this time he wasn't looking at her. He was looking up.	At the mistletoe, directly over their heads.	He met her eyes with a look that glimmered with promise. Then he took the overcoat from her hand and tossed it, lightly, onto the back of the sofa once again.	Everything seemed to slow. His intentions were clear, and she had plenty of time to step back. Yet Lindsay did nothing to stop him when he took her chin in his hand, tipped it upward, and brought his lips down to hers, as purposefully as if he'd meant to do it all along.	Lindsay could have sworn she heard bells....	Still dazed, she followed his eyes upward. "And what's the penalty for ignoring mistletoe?"	"Struck by lightning, I think.
— Sierra Donovan, No Christmas Like the Present
Silence hung between them, and Maddy's heartbeat picked up. She probably should have played it cool, but why bother? She wanted him.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
You were the one girl I wanted who wanted nothing to do with me.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
This woman could make a saint sin.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
It's how we work," his brother said simply. "I plan. Jake refines. Owen organizes. And you growl and grunt.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
He's lost everything once, and now, he wasn't sure if he had anything left to lose.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
He might kiss like a damn sex god and rev her engine like no other, but he clearly wasn't for her.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
He grinned at her intently before leaning over the counter and running his thumb along her jaw. It took everything inside of her not to lean into that touch. When he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers, she made a little sound that caused Graham to growl.	"Later," he whispered as he pulled back.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away.	"Possessive much?" she asked on a laugh.	"Just making sure these hooligans know you're mine."	Her brow rose. "Really? Yours? Talk about caveman."	"I'm a Gallagher, baby, I'm as caveman as they come.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
When the pieces fell around him, he'd pick them up.	It was what he was good at, after all.	Restoring what was once lost, what could never be perfectly whole again.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored
Writing is easy...all you have to do is sit at the typewriter and bleed. -- Ernest Hemingway
— Dana Wayne, Secrets of the Heart
You’re wondering whether this is a good idea. Because you’re smart and you see right through me, but you can’t help but want this anyway.
— Meredith Wild, Into the Fire
I’ll take your body, but I want your heart, Maya.
— Meredith Wild, On My Knees
Someone could drag me to hell, and I’d crawl back to you, Maya, for a chance to make right everything that was ever wrong between us.
— Meredith Wild, On My Knees
I made promises. I intend to keep them.
— Meredith Wild, On My Knees
I don't know which end is up. One minute I want to kiss the life out of her, and the next she frustrates the hell out of me. I don't know if I should scratch my watch or wind my ass.""Welcome to the club, Ronan." Gavin laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "That sure sounds like love to me.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
I'm a poet who has lost his words." He looks across the street, but not before I catch the dull glint of shame in his eyes."Where did you lose them?" I ask, gentling my tone.He turns back to me. When he speaks, his voice is so small that I have to lean closer to hear it. "The same place I lost myself.
— A.J. Compton, This Old Heart of Mine
Tell me what you want, Mads.""You," she said in a shaky whisper. "I want you, Ronan.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
I want you to let go. Just close your eyes and feel me. Don't think. Don't try to control it. All you have to do... is feel.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
Ronan tightened his grip before leaning over and whispering, "Do you have any idea how much I want you?
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
I'm terrified that if I let myself go there again, if I explore these out-of-control emotions, that there will be no turning back. It's like looking into a giant abyss. There's no end in sight. There's no bottom to the well, and if I allow myself to fall in...""He'll catch you," Jordan whispered. "But you have to trust him, and you have to trust in yourself. That's love, my friend - leaping into the mighty unknown because your heart overtakes your mind. That's what life is all about, but we can't and don't do it alone. Give Ronan a chance, Maddy.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
I try not to react, but I must fail because Gabriel turns to look at me. “The world needs both butterflies and lions. One is not better than the other. They're both beautiful and brave in their own ways.”His hand covers mine as it fiddles with the blades of grass. “Ava.” I look up. “I do not wish you were a lion any more than I would have wished her to be a butterfly.
— A.J. Compton, This Old Heart of Mine
Weren't you the guy who said he'd settle for one woman when hell froze over?""I did say that, didn't I?""Yeah, a bunch of times," Gavin's smile faded.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
You know who should watch out?" Imogene lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper."Gavin's brothers. Mmm-hmm. Now that Gavin is tying the knot, Carolyn has a bee in her bonnet about getting all her other boys married off.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
If you think Thanksgiving has been fun, just wait until Christmas."...The doors slammed shut with a muffled thud, and all he could think about was the revenge she could be planning. He'd never looked forward to anything more in his life. "Game on.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
Ronan cupped her neck with his other hand and brushed his lips lightly over hers. "I want you, Maddy. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
He couldn't suppress the grin that curves his lips. "In fact, I'm the only man who belongs in your bed from now on.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
I'm still a little hungry." She shot a sly glance at Ronan before tangling her fingers in his. "Not quite sure what I want, though.""Could've fooled me," Ronan murmured.
— Sara  Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
I just discovered something, Mads." Ronan curled his arm over her shoulders and pulled her against him. "There's only one thing I enjoy more than surprising you.""What's that?" She snuggled into his embrace and rested her head on his chest....Ronan kissed the top of her head and murmured, "When you surprise me.
— Sara Humphreys, Trouble Walks In
He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. "Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to share you with anyone else? That maybe now that I've realized how much you mean to me, I want to show you as much as I can? Or maybe, because you're so damn sexy and my every freaking fantasy that I can't wait to get you alone, so I can touch you, kiss you, and love you from head to toe?
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
I just want to be with you. You're my home. My heart. I love you.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
Willa came around to Finn's side of the bar. She was tiny, barely came up to his shoulder, but she was like a mother cat when riled. He knew better than to go toe to toe with her, especially when she was giving him The Look. But he wasn't in the mood. "No," he said."You don't even know what I'm going to say.""You're going to say I'm being a stupid guy," Finn said. "But newsflash, I am a guy and sometimes we're stupid. Deal with it.""I wasn't going to say that." She paused when he slid her a look and she sighed."Okay, fine, I was. But you are being stupid.
— Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
There's something to said about smaller bed - you're forced to stay close to me. Where you belong.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
Wow," she whispered. "Gorgeous.""Yeah," he said, looking at her.She laughed. "That's cheesy."He grinned. "You liked it.""No, I didn't."He peered at her over his dark sunglasses, letting his gaze slip past her face.She followed his line of sight and realized that her nipples were pressing eagerly against the thin white cotton of her shirt. "That's because I'm cold," she said and crossed her arms over her chest.He laughed. "It's seventy five degrees.""Downright chilly," she said, nose in the air.Grinning, he reeled her in, and with Thor (the dog) protesting between them, he kissed the living daylights out of her.
— Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
With her hands still fisted in his shirt, she gave a gentle tug until he bent enough that she could kiss him softly. And then not so softly.“What was that for?” he asked when she pulled free, his voice sexy low and gruff now.“For being the kind of guy who can admit he has emotions.”He cupped her face. “We don’t have to tell anyone, right?”She smiled. “It’ll be our secret.” But then her smile faded because she wasn’t good at secrets.Or maybe she was too good at them . . . “I’m not helpless,” she said. “I want you to know that.”“I do know it.” He paused, looking a little irritated again. “Mostly.”“Good,” she said. “Now that’s settled, you should know, the caveman thing you just pulled . . . it turned me on a little bit.”He slid her a look. “Yeah?”“Yeah.”Looking a little less like he was spoiling for a fight, his hands went to her hips and he pulled her in tighter.What the hell was she doing? Clearly, she wasn’t equipped to stay strong, and who could? The guy was just too damn potent. Too visceral. Testosterone and pheromones leaked off of him. She dropped her head to his chest. “Ugh. You’re being . . . you.”“Was that in English?”“This is all your fault.”“Nope. Definitely not English.”“You’re being all hot and sexy, dammit,” she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. “And I can’t seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.”He smiled. “You want me again.”Again. Still . . . She tossed up her hands. “You wear your stupid sexiness on your sleeve and you don’t even know it.
— Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
Clearly, being in love makes you an idiot," he muttered...
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
Feel free to kiss it better.
— Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
He felt Anna's hand slip into his and he grasped it hard. It was reassuring, soft, comforting. Everything he needed in that moment.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
You're the devil, you know that, right?"	His smile grew and became just a bit wicked. "You know it, sweetheart.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
Apparently it'd been too long since her last social orgasm...
— Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
Quinn shucked his jeans but left his boxers on as he crawled on the bed and covered her body - kissing her along the way. "I think one of us is still overdressed," he murmured.	She couldn't help but tease him. "I was wondering why you left your boxers on."	And then he rested his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and smiled. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?"	She shook her head. "I was hoping to make it... hard. Very, very hard.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
She'd always been in love with Quinn. Ever since they were kids. She just... she knew. He was the one for her. Her soul mate. The only problem was Quinn didn't feel the same way. She was his pal. His buddy. There'd never once been anything romantic between them, and if he even suspected how she felt, he'd never let on.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
I love you, Quinn Shaughnessy. From the very first day when we snuck into my house and stole those chocolate chip cookies and then hid behind the jungle gym, I was hooked.
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
Wow. You really know how to make a woman happy...""I have a night-eight percent success rate with always knowing what will make a woman happy," he said. Lindsey chuckled softly. "And how do you quantify that?""Would you like to know," he said.Nat wanted to know.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.
— Jill Shalvis, Sweet Little Lies
CJ stepped toward her. His hand found her cheek. Natalie's eyes drifted shut. He was going to kiss her. "Good thing we practiced five years ago," he whispered. Natalie whimpered out a pathetic laugh, but then his lips were on hers, his hand tangled in her hair, his other hand holding her against him.And he kissed her.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
She hoped he kissed her.Only her.And that when he kissed her, he was thinking about her.Only her.If he kissed her, she would kiss him back.She would kiss him back with everything she had.Every last person in the stadium would watch her kiss him, and every last one of them would know she wouldn't have minded kissing him forever.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
You are freaking me out!" she said with a nervous laugh. "Who are you, and what have you done with Quinn Shaughnessy?
— Samantha Chase, Always My Girl
Get back to work.""Fine way to talk to your wife.""If you were my wife, I would've slapped your ass too."She stared at him a beat too long. She did love the feel of his hands on her ass.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
My clue is that you're supposed to keep going once you've found me."His eyes narrowed. Thoughtfully, as though he were looking for the words she wanted to say instead. "Keep going in the maze?" he said slowly. "Or keep going somewhere else?"The man had an evil streak. "The maze," she said firmly.Helpfully. Like a dutiful daughter of Bliss."Because there are a few places I'd like to go with you.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
She gulped her whiskey sour. The bar was hot tonight.CJ circled back to check on them. "You ladies doing okay?""Define okay." Natalie's whiskey seemed to be talking. Because the whiskey was the only thing that could've put that husky, suggestive tone in her voice. Yep, that was all the whiskey.He propped his elbows on the bar, which put his face level with hers, and fixed his undivided attention on her. There went her lady bits fanning themselves. With a few added whimpers. They remembered what his hands and body and lips felt like too."Content." His voice was low and raw, his gaze penetrating and unwavering. "Happy. Completely, one hundred percent satisfied."Her mouth went dry while the rest of her went up in needy flames that made her want to scratch the all-but-gone rash he'd tended so well on Monday."Nope," Natalie squeaked. "Not okay then.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
Here’s a little secret. He does care about you, but he cares about you for himself. He’s keeping you safe on a shelf. I bet he interferes with any guy who might show you some attention while he goes out with every pair of perky tits that steps in his path. He may even marry you someday because I’m guessing you and your cardigans are his parents’ wet dream, the perfect ideal of wifey material, but he will own you, D’Arcy. Trust me on this. I know what I’m talking about. Is that what you want? Do you even know what you want?
— A.S. Green, Summer Girl
I don’t know. She didn’t exactly say she didn’t want me. Shit. You’re making me sound like an ass.” “Aww. You’re not an ass. You’re just a confused man. That’s why God gave you a sister.
— Claudia Connor, Worth It All
The problem with communication…is the illusion that is has been accomplished.
— George Bernard Shaw
Indeed, wounded loved can make for fierce vengeance. And, from what I know of Anissa, it does seem a bit out of character for her to behave so spitefully, so I'd like to think that she really is just deeply hurt, angry and looking for some way to injure me back...I hope she knows how well she's succeeded.
— Zack Love, The Syrian Virgin
He held a beautiful bouquet of mixed wildflowers and offered them to her. "They missed you." He brushed a kiss on her lips. "Just like me.
— Tracy March, Just Say Maybe
Hopefully we'll be doing this forever, but we'll only have one first time.
— Tracy March, Just Say Maybe
She longed to find out if the sparks would still be there, if her body would still quiver at his touch. 	When Rob arrived five o'clock sharp, Jordan had her answer.	He climbed out of the truck. Seeing her standing in the doorway, he walked very slowly toward her, like a predator stalking its prey. He was a man on a mission, and Jordan stood frozen to the spot. Rob stopped short in front of her and without any notice, cupped her face, and brought his mouth down on hers.
— Samantha Chase, Jordan's Return
You busy?" she asked.	He gave her a crooked grin, "Right now I'd say I'm completely engaged."	She smiled demurely. "But I want to take you to my secret place."	Bryce loosened his grip on her, giving her a full view of the quizzical, playful look on his face. "Is that a come-on? Because I'm way past ready to go to your secret place.
— Tracy March, Just Say Maybe
Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "You okay?"	She gave him a sidelong glance. "You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver.
— Tracy March, Just Say Maybe
I am debating about you, totally stumped between boxers and briefs." She winked.	He shot her his sexiest look. "Let me know when you're ready for the big reveal.
— Tracy March, Just Say Maybe
When it's the two of us and that pussy of yours is soft, swollen, and wet, I'll be the one in control. I'll have you wherever and whenever I want - in my bed, on my desk, on the floor right now if I want to. I'm going to own that sexy body of yours so thoroughly that you're going to beg for my cock, because it's going to be the only thing in the world that you want. And once I'm buried balls deep in you and you are filled with me, I'm going to make you come apart in the best way possible. Do you understand?
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
Just remember your dick is mine to ride, your body is mine to taste, and your mouth is mine to tease, tempt, and enjoy. I'm not easy, either.""No queen should be.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says…” Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. “One kidnapping deserves another.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
You should seriously get a job planning dates for The Bachelor.
— Nicki Elson, When It Hooks You
When our fears collided so did our souls.
— Shana Vanterpool, Damage Me
Rob had been her first lover, and she had been his. It was always amazing to her that when all her friends spoke of losing their virginity, they all said how awkward it was, but with Rob it had been beautiful. They had been so in love at seventeen and so confident of their future together that making love had been as natural to them as the simple act of breathing.
— Samantha Chase, Jordan's Return
He lay between her legs, propped himself on his elbows, and gazed at the sunset in her eyes. "I want to remember this moment," he said huskily.
— Tracy March, Just Say Maybe
I can't do this with you again and then watch you go," she admitted, her breathing ragged. Her skin tingled all over where their bodies touched and it felt as if it were over a thousand degrees in the house.
— Samantha Chase, Jordan's Return
Did she want him as badly as he wanted her? Did she realize he was slowly going insane for wanting her?
— Samantha Chase, Jordan's Return
Rest is highly overrated," she said as she rained tiny kisses all over his throat and chest.
— Samantha Chase, Jordan's Return
Rob?" she whispered, unsure if he would be easy to wake.	"Hmmm?" he answered sleepily, kissing her on top of her head as he pulled her naked body closer. "Were you expecting someone else?
— Samantha Chase, Jordan's Return
Falling in love is not based on the length of time you spend together
—  it’s based on the innate mindfulness of each other’s joy.
....I should have wanted you. I wanted so much to want you.
— Elizabeth Morgan, Stepping Stones
I was certain of the uncertainty thatlied ahead which made you A risk,A mystery,And the most annihilating thing I have ever known.
— akhil shah
Closing my eyes, I breathe in the air around me.When I slowly re-enter the world, I look into the most intense brown eyes I've ever seen. My breathing catches. I can’t look away. Fuck, he's hot. I can literally feel my brain cells frying. Who's dumb as a rock now, Alexis?I feel completely frozen and can’t move. I don’t even think I want to. Blink, Richards, blink."-AlexisWhat happens to someone who has everything figured out and doesn't let anyone rattle her?To some love is exciting. To her, it's a nuisance.
— Kristina Steiner, Equinox
I'm fine," she said. "I'm just hiding from the Queen General and her latest poster boy.""The Queen General?" Which one of his sisters fit that description?More like which one didn't."Queen General Marilyn," his visitor said. "Supreme ruler of Bliss and chairperson of Knot Festival."The words 'Knot Festival' twisted CJ's stomach, and the room seemed to climb ten degrees hotter. He tugged at his bow tie. The woman kept talking...Marilyn rewrote the Golden Husband Games rules so her Exalted Widower is eligible to be named Husband of the Half Century. And you know what? He's the reason my husband left me.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
They don't like my kind in here," Arthur said to CJ...I own a shop on The Aisle. Huck there" - Arthur nodded at the barkeep - "isn't a fan of the wedding industry.""Why not?""Guy's been divorced three times and has a bar called Suckers in the most married-est town on earth. He caters to the underground wedding haters and single groomsmen.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
You stay married thirty-four years, you don't have to prove who's got the bigger balls. Just take it for granted she does.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
One day, son, you're gonna find yourself your everything. When you do, you tell her. And then you make sure you live it. Live it every day.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
There's something you need to know," he said.Her own breath came out loud and uneven. He was entirely in her personal space, but she'd given him enough power as it was. She wouldn't back away, wouldn't let him see her agitation. He tucked her hair behind her ear. Tension took hold of her body. She shuddered, looked up to tell him to stop, but he bent forward, his lips parted, a single freckle on his cheek drawing her attention while his lips got closer and closer and closer until ---"For future reference," he said, "I never kiss horribly." And before she could blink or breathe or think, his lips closed over hers. His grip tightened in her hair, and when she should've protested or pulled away or kicked him in the shins, her body melted into his. Kissing him was wrong.... So wrong. She was so good at so wrong.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
She was fixated on replaying the image of a tall, broad, Highland warrior marching into battle against the evil waterfalls of doom to rescue a stuffed dinosaur.He'd saved Cindy.For Noah.CJ Blue was making it very difficult for Natalie to continue to dislike him.
— Jamie Farrell, Blissed
Sometimes fate is what you make it, and I'm making my life with you.
— Leisa Rayven, Wicked Heart
But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. It's like falling and flying, all in the same moment.
— Leisa Rayven, Wicked Heart
Dear girl with the red scarf,Love was never meant to be conquered. You have to surrender to it.Trust me, after all, I am Mr. Universe.  
— Maria La Serra, The Proverbial Mr. Universe
Dear girl with the red scarf,People will come and go in our lives. Most of them we won’t give a second thought to as soon as the door closes behind them. But I had always imagined that you would leave the deepest, everlasting mark.-Mr. Universe.
— Maria La Serra, The Proverbial Mr. Universe
She was magic, a direct light—the kind that seeps through in places that didn’t exist inside him anymore. The light he thought he lost forever, but Nick realized we don’t lose the light, we absorb it, and with Olivia he wanted to absorb every small speck of it.
— Maria La Serra, The Proverbial Mr. Universe
He stood there watching for a moment, not able to move. Even with her mascara running down her face and her hair beginning to frizz, she was still by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. It was quite simple, wasn’t it? This great affection he had for Olivia was so overwhelming he chose to walk away instead of being brutally honest with himself.
— Maria La Serra, The Proverbial Mr. Universe
Leo was a force of nature. He lived life big and loud in all respects…which meant that when he got riled up, everyone was sucked into the vortex along with him. His temper was legendary, but then again, so were his passions. He was charming and charismatic, brilliant and quick. He loved to argue, loved to box and work out, loved to laugh, loved to…love. And from the day they’d met, he’d swept her up into his whirlwind sphere, and she felt like she hadn’t been allowed a second to breathe since. Not that she’d minded, not while it had all still been safe and contained. She’d delighted in his passions…all of them. But everything was different now.
— J.K. Coi, Sleeping With the Opposition
That voice inside his head telling him he’d failed Bria when she needed him most was getting louder every day, but he refused to listen. That wouldn’t help. He never looked back. He couldn’t look back, could only do what he always did: fight his way forward, fight for his future…their future.
— J.K. Coi, Sleeping With the Opposition
She scooted up tighter and kissed him, hearing the stomp and rhythm of lust pulse in her blood. A rhythm as primitive as time.
— D.D. Ayres, Rival Forces
She kissed him tonight, just like she had the first time twelve years ago, with everything she had.
— D.D. Ayres, Rival Forces
Just how good are you?”He kissed her. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.
— Kate Douglas, Tangled
Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn’t be like that.He’d kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.
— Shiloh Walker, The Trouble with Temptation
This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged.
— MaryJanice Davidson, Danger, Sweetheart
He turned to her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. When he spoke his deep voice vibrated all through her. 'I. Remember. Everything.
— MaryJanice Davidson, Danger, Sweetheart
When I kissed you the day I left, I swear to God you stripped me bare.
— Scarlett Cole, The Purest Hook
He'd never considered sweet and conservative to be so hot, but damn, Emma wore it well.
— Jami Davenport, Blindsided: Seattle Steelheads Football
It's hard to unlock a door with a condom," Emma shot back.His brilliant smile stole her heart. "Honey, you'd be surprised how many doors those babies have unlocked.
— Jami Davenport, Blindsided: Seattle Steelheads Football
Pethi mou, you are one special lady. Take care of yourself. If you ever need anything, you know where I am." Then he surprised her by placing a kiss on her cheek. She savored the feel of his lips as they feathered against her skin, the gentle caressing of his hands in her hair, and she couldn't help nuzzling against him.He inhaled sharply.He cupped her head, his fingers strong, yet gentle. He kissed her hungrily.
— Joanne Walsh, A Wife in Every Sense
I don’t have to convince anyone that I love you.
— Dominique Eastwick, Killing Lucas
You have always been home for me, and nothing has been the same without you...
— Elizabeth Morgan, Stepping Stones
I believe in a world where love can still catch you off guard and where the best part is the falling stage. Those shy glances, the racing heart, flushed cheeks, and the butterflies? That's magic.~Sarah Brocious on More Than Scars
— Sarah Brocious, More Than Scars
You taste like heaven, and I’m going to prove it to you.
— C.D.Reiss, Hardball
My favorite time is now, like tonight, under a full moon. When a thousand crystals are sparkling at us. It's almost magical, isn’t it?
— Dominique Eastwick, Tony's Haven
I can't think in your presence."	"Why not?"	"Because looking at you is like..." She tossed up her hands. "It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.
— Jill Shalvis, Nobody But You
I might have to rescind my no-love rule," she said, a cookie in each hand. "Cookies are my sweet spot.'	He smiled. "They're not your only sweet spot.
— Jill Shalvis, Nobody But You
You're right. What Drew and I had was genuine. He loved me. That doesn't mean he didn't change his mind.
— Mary J. Williams, If You Only Knew:
Beatrice did something to him, reduced him to his basic animal self, but he needed to purge his out of control feelings, not amplify them.
— Audra North, Giving It Up
He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. "You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should," he said.
— Jill Shalvis, Nobody But You
And I get it, okay? I mean, look at him. I’d bang that drum, too. All I’m saying is, if you don’t want your overprotective sister meddling in your business, find someone else to massage your lady bits.”“I’m partial to massaging my own lady bits, actually. I have no problem getting my own kinks out.”“Yes, well, more power to you then. But I, for one, am getting carpal tunnel syndrome with all the self-massaging I’ve been doing as of late.
— Mia Sosa, One Night with the CEO
Over the years, we had been as cautious as blindfolded men feeling their way around a mysterious beast, trying to extrapolate what was between us without communicating the knowledge that would have illuminated everything. Until that morning, when we took the blindfolds off, and discovered we were face to face with each other.
— Atom Yang, Red Envelope
She wanted him to leave town with a smile on his face. She wanted to be memorable.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Had You Christmas in Harper Falls
I'm going to find ways to make you blush, just so I can enjoy the journey.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Had You Christmas in Harper Falls
I made the first move. Now it's up to him."	"Telling him you should hit the sack and get it out of your system is not making the first move.
— Mary J. Williams, If You Only Knew:
The only confession Jolene had ever wrenched from him was that he had cared about her.
— Erin McCarthy
Well, she was through. If he wanted her, he'd have to do something about it.
— Mary J. Williams, If You Only Knew:
I want you to stay here ...with me."	"All night?"	"All night."	Drew cupped her face with his hands giving her a gentle kiss. "In my arms.
— Mary J. Williams, If You Only Knew:
He tore his focus from her mouth, wondering how he could endure thirty days of this torture. Maybe he could make sure he wasn't around when she ate. Whipped cream especially.
— Barbara DeLeo, The Bouquet List
Bouquet list. You've heard of the Jack Nicholson movie, right? The Bucket List? Two old guys who make a list of everything they want to do before they die. Well, when I was starting to recover, I wrote a list of the things I want to do now that I know I'm not going to die - my bouquet list.
— Barbara DeLeo, The Bouquet List
He lifted her chin so she was looking directly in his eyes. "I have every faith that whatever you take on in your life, you'll do it with passion and determination, and I know you'll succeed."	And then before she could make any sort of reply, he dipped his chin and placed his lips on hers.
— Barbara DeLeo, The Bouquet List
I thought you said you didn't want this to happen," she whispered, still dizzy from his kiss. "That there was too much at stake."	"You're a hard woman to resist, Yasmin Katsalos...
— Barbara DeLeo, The Bouquet List
When she kissed him this time it was hungry, intoxicating. He let one hand track down her body, feeling her close. "I want you, Yasmin," he said, his breath ragged. "Badly.
— Barbara DeLeo, The Bouquet List
Lane tipped his head nearer so their foreheads gently touched. "I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life," he said, his voice low and husky. "More than I thought it was possible to want.
— Barbara DeLeo, The Bouquet List
You deserve to be cherished, Sid, your body worshipped with tenderness..."	"We have all night for that," she said in a sultry whisper she didn't recognize. The red-hot desire thrumming through her wasn't like anything she'd experienced before.	'I'm excellent at all night.
— Robin Bielman, Falling for Her Bachelor
I love the sounds you make," he said, voice husky.	"I love that you make me make them.
— Robin Bielman, Falling for Her Bachelor
As amazing as you look in that tux, I haven't been able to stop thinking about seeing you out of it.
— Robin Bielman, Falling for Her Bachelor
God, you smell good. Your pheromones are a definite mating call to mine.
— Robin Bielman, Falling for Her Bachelor
Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. "I'm yours," she whispered. "For the duration."	"Yes, but more than that, I'm yours," he said, quiet steel.
— Jill Shalvis, Nobody But You
He stepped closer. "Lily---"	"No. Stay back," she said, pointing a finger at him.	He went still. "Why?"	"Because when you come close I do stupid things."	"Like?"	"Like let you kiss me."	"Let me?" He laughed ruefully. "Lily, you just about crawled up my body to get at these lips."	She narrowed her eyes. "Like I said. Stupid.
— Jill Shalvis, Second Chance Summer
Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was.
— Carly Kade, In The Reins
Are you okay?"	"Fan-fricking-tastic. Only way today could get better is if I were scheduled for an appendectomy. Without drugs. In a third-world country.
— Jill Shalvis, Nobody But You
There comes a time in every man's life when he reaches a crossroads. A chance to choose between two paths. One is unknown, filled with potential and struggles that demand growth and change, but could lead to new beginnings. The other is familiar, grooved with well-worn ruts and established twists, muddy holes and isolation. The path that, while lonely, fits like a glove.	Where words had failed him, his actions wouldn't. They'd speak loud and clear, showing her regardless of what he'd said, or how they'd started and ended, this was real. Their connection wasn't manufactured or fake. It was the truest thing he'd ever known.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One