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Oh my god.”He didn’t turn or say anything even though the frustration in Honor’s voice made it difficult.“My pants are stuck. I don’t think I can get them off without some help. Jesus, wet jeans are heavy and uncooperative.”A grin stretched across his face. “You want my help?”She let out a deep breath. “Yes, but you have to close your eyes.”“You going commando tonight?” he teased.“No, but…”He shut his eyes and turned. She took his outstretched hand and tugged him down to the ground. Once there, she helped him latch on to the bunched up denim at her thighs, he guessed. Do not peek, Bishop. Do not peek.“But?”“My panties are white and now see-through and there’s not a lot to them.”“Gotcha.” There wasn’t a red-blooded man alive who wouldn’t peek. “Let’s get these off you.” He pulled, she pushed and wiggled, and he got the pants to her feet in no time.“Thank you,” she said, a little out of breath.“No problem.”“Bryce!”“What?” Christ, she had sexy legs, and the barely-there material at their juncture left little to the imagination, so his thoughts leaped to about a dozen dirty scenarios.“Your eyes are open!
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
She's an adversary, but undeniably an equal. Maybe she can bring me back from the beyond. If anyone can do it, I'm beginning to realize it could be her. Like she said, all I have to do is try.
— Collette West, Inside Game
His smile, a little mischievous around the edges, had her melting into the sand. Then his lips brushed hers, and the stars collided. She cupped his face in her hands and shut her eyes.Kissing had always ranked high on her list of favorite things to do, but Bryce took it to a whole new level. Forget about his mouth on her fingertips, this linked to all her happy zones and more.He'd literally swept her off her feet and his kiss quickened the beat of her heart. His lips were soft and warm and hungry. His kiss moved through her like warm honey, filling all the places inside her that had been cold for so long. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, licking her before he pressed further. She willingly opened to him, stroked his tongue, kissed him harder. He groaned. He tasted like champagne and everything good as he delved deeper and committed a full-on assault inside her mouth. His hand gripped her waist. They sank further into the sand.She clutched his shoulders, smoothed her palms down his back. He pulled gruffly away, nipped at her ear. "You have no idea how much I want you," he said.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
He caught her elbow before she'd taken more than a few steps. "Are you walking home?""Yes.""It's," he glanced at his watch, "nine o'clock."She shrugged out of his hold and continued on her way. "The Boogeyman doesn't come out until ten, so I'm good.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
Regret isn't real," Tuck said. "It's something invented to punish ourselves.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
He wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted everything to do with her.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
You saw where I come from. No matter what I do or how I act, I'll always be the scum of the earth. I am who I am, and there's nothing you or anybody else can do to change that.
— Collette West, Inside Game
She picked up a taco, took a big bite, and moaned as it made its way down to her stomach. "I want to marry this taco.""Lucky taco."Honor stilled. That voice. That one-of-a-kind masculine scent. Bryce stood right behind her.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
I can't give up on anyone either, even someone who's burned every bridge like Drake Schultz. Getting him to deal with his insecurities and whatever it is he's trying to hide. It's this never-ending cycle of self-hatred that I have to address before I can even think about doing anything else with him. I have to put him to the test. Just how far gone is he? How good of a liar has he become?
— Collette West, Inside Game
I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake... I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you?”"Yes.""Plan on one minute in heaven, Honor." A split second later his lips were on hers.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
I'm sure nothing more exciting will happen beyond finding some Roman ruins beneath the pasture," Gunner predicted, an excellent example of why he would never be called psychic in any understanding of the word.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
You're handsome and you have a nice accent, and a chest that would make a nun perspire.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
I have a bra on," I said helpfully."I noticed. Might I remove that, too?""Gunner," I said sternly, or as sternly as a person could while she stood in a man's castle, her hands full of his ass. "You've got your hands on my boobs, and your tongue down my cleavage. At this point if I'm not yelling for the police, you can probably take it for granted that you have my consent to remove my bra.""I like to make sure," he said, pulling his head out of my breasts for a moment. "Some women have limits.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
He flashed a grin over his shoulder at me. "Ready to be astounded?"I eyed him. "You're not going to drop your trousers and demand I admire your gorgeous testicles, are you?""Not after you disparaged their beauty.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
Stop lusting after my brother, wife." Elliott said without looking up from where a laptop sat on a large desk. "Else I'll have to get the parrot out.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
Do they expect us to have sex right here on the kitchen table?"Gunner, who was chewing a piece of toast, paused, considered the idea, and then shook his head. "Too messy. We'd get sugar everywhere. Plus, Cressy might walk in, and then I'd have to get her a second horse.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I've been screaming for a long time.
— Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Crazy for the Competition
I have to say that you're the last person I'd have expected would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. You're so..." Alice stopped, suddenly looking guilty."Dashing?" Gunner supplied. "Debonair?""A bit of a dawg, actually.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
Gunner Ainslie made a face at his sister-in-law. "'Amateur' is a bit rough, Alice. I took a degree in archaeology, after all."She looked even more confused. "Then why are you a photographer now instead of an archaeologist?""Because he didn't want to be a burden to the estate like all my other siblings," his brother Elliott, the current Baron Ainslie, answered, giving his wife a squeeze. "Or so he said. Frankly, I think it was a cover so he could take pictures of unclothed women.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
The cute little fish had big eyes and a rounded body with black polka dots and fins on either side of him that fluttered like hummingbird wings."He's staring at me.""He knows a beautiful thing when he sees it.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
Give me a few minutes," he said, sounding tired but happy, "before I make good on my promises."She circled his nipple with her finger. "That's a pretty short recovery time.""You inspire me.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake." He moved even closer, close enough to see her pulse jump at the base of her neck. "I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
Are you one of those fifty-shades-of-bondage people? I haven't been into that in the past, but I might be willing to try with you. Although I would want to be the one to do the bondaging, while you would have to be the bondagee.
— Katie MacAlister, A Midsummer Night's Romp
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
I've lied all my life. I'm just now learning how to tell the truth, and I'm not going to start playing games again, especially not with you.
— Collette West, Inside Game
When I love, I love hard. You’re stuck with me for good. In your news report, you didn’t say what happened at the end of the bumpy ride. You didn’t say what it takes to break the curse. But I know. True Love. the kind that doesn’t go away because of a few disasters along the way. I love you, Melissa.
— Jennifer Bernard, The Fireman Who Loved Me
He covered my hand with his. "No matter what happens, we're friends first. I hope you know how much having you in my life means to me.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
Mind-blowing sex?" I couldn't believe I'd asked, but how could I not? It was like dangling a giant slice of chocolate cake in front of a hungry person on a diet and telling them not to take a bite.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
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?
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.
— Jessica Sorensen, Nova and Quinton: No Regrets
Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit next to you? This spot has the best view of..." I glanced out the window. "The... gravel roof.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
You went to a party, did a keg stand, and got so drunk you forgot half the night. Congrats on this amazing milestone in your life." He squeezed my leg. "What are you gonna do next?""Uh, Disneyland?
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
I couldn't imagine choosing shopping when sex was an option.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
For the record, you would've been my first one night stand.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
I’ve done things I’m not proud of and I’m trying really hard to make up for those things by being a decent guy. And decent guys don’t act the way I’ve been acting around you, so I’m going to stop.
— Sabrina Sol, Delicious Temptation
Why didn't you tell me I had syrup on my face?" Lyla asked when I settled behind the steering wheel. Her tongue darted out, licking the corner of her lip. I went to put the key in the ignition and missed.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
As for the making out with strangers, that was a one-time thing. Jeff keeps texting, and I feel bad, but I've been ignoring him -- the kissing was just so awful.""Yeah, he'd probably not be a good choice for number seven either.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
When I mentioned that I'd always wanted to have sex against the wall with a woman in a skirt, she said, "Well, how convenient. I just so happen to have a skirt on, and there are several walls in here.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you?
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
If you're so into backsides, you should have become a doctor, so you could see a new one every day.""I don't want to see everybody's," he said from behind her, so close his breath brushed her neck. "I have standards, and let me tell you, in those tight jeans, you've met and exceeded every one of them.
— Sara  Daniel, One Night With the Best Man
Spoon with me, and I'll show you what a good cuddler I am.
— Sara  Daniel, One Night With the Best Man
If you're so into badsides, you should have become a doctor, so you could see a new one every day."	"I don't want to see everybody's," he said from behind her, so close his breath brushed her neck. "I have standards, and let me tell you, in those tight jeans, you've met and exceeded every one of them.
— Sara  Daniel, One Night With the Best Man
Sweetheart, I’ve been there with you through all of it. I was the one who camped out with you in that old tree house for days on end and held you after your mom died. It was me who sat with you while we waited for your sister to come out of the surgery that cut out her cancer. I was the one holding your hand while we waited for those test results to come back, and I was the one who supplied the alcohol to get you drunk, and the shoulder to cry on while you processed it. I understand. You don’t have to do this alone.
— Katee Robert, Falling for His Best Friend
Is that a baton in your pocket, officer, or are you just happy to see me?
— Katee Robert, Falling for His Best Friend
Tonight isn’t for the baby. This is just you and me.
— Katee Robert, Falling for His Best Friend
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Second Chance Ranch
That's just it. What if I can't protect you? I'll be outnumbered, outgunned. What if I can't get you out of there?
— Collette West, Inside Game
Are you ready to go to the bedroom?"	"I thought you'd never ask." He winked.
— Sara  Daniel, One Night With the Best Man
Hell yeah, Alex Cortez wanted to be the best man at his sister's destination wedding. A party in Jamaica or maybe Bora Bora. Bring it on, baby.	Then Luciana had hit him with the real destination: the dilapidated farm in Iowa where they'd grown up.	Hell. No.	Except he couldn't decline, not after she'd waited a full year while he completed his last tour with the Marines so he could attend.
— Sara  Daniel, One Night With the Best Man
...There's a bit of a difference between a guy lying back being all sexy and come hither and mmrowr-worthy, and a man who has a toy stuffed parrot hanging from his nips.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
Stiff, huh? I think seeing you roll around on the floor in that tight little outfit accomplished that.
— Collette West, Inside Game
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Getting Lucky Number Seven
You’re the one sitting there with a boner. You’llterrify your charity guys, walking in with that thing pointingat them.
— Sherilee Gray, Crashed
Get married because you can’t imagine another day without talking with that person, because that person makes your day sunnier. Don’t get married because you don’t want to be alone.
— Lynne Silver, Waiting on Love
So you're saying your kissing me back was just a pity thing? Because it sure didn't feel that way to me.
— Collette West, Inside Game
I told you. I don't do soft and gentle.
— Collette West, Inside Game
Without you, I’m not me. Something inside that I didn’t even know about is broken without you.
— Roxanne Snopek, The Millionaire Daddy Project
It’s about showing someone you care for them, wanting them to care for you, doing things they like because you want them to be happy. Because their happiness makes you happy. That’s love, Dane. That’s how you’ll win…your daughter over.
— Roxanne Snopek, The Millionaire Daddy Project
Love comes in seemingly insignificant moments and if you’re not paying attention, you might miss them.
— Roxanne Snopek, The Millionaire Daddy Project
You need something more from me—something I wasn't able to give you before.
— Collette West, Inside Game
Anything she might have said died in her throat at the sight of him. His black hair was disheveled, his morning stubble hypnotic, and the rakish way his shirt was undone at the throat and his tie hung in abandoned disarray beneath the collar, was just plain panty-melting.I’m not wearing any panties.
— Christina Phillips, Hold Me Until Midnight
Once his life had been like this. He applied strength and determination to a messy problem until the stickiness went away, strands of sense formed and suddenly a hopeless mess was transformed into something beautiful, delectable, something everyone wanted.Now, no matter how hard he tried, no one wanted what he had to offer.
— Roxanne Snopek, The Millionaire Daddy Project
How did pretty little Anna go from Westchester suburb brat to New York hooker? Now that’s a story.
— Stacey Trombley
I've heard this attributed to Calvin Coolidge. "Behold the turtle. He never gets anywhere unless he sticks his neck out.
— Mike Coyle, The Best of What's Left
Elliot - Elliot waved absently, making a decision right then and there. He'd take the trip that Patrick offered. A cruise down Europe's most famous rivers couldn't be any more disruptive than home, after all.Alice -I stood up shaking the laptop at nothing. "He made me think we were going to get married at the end of this trip! He had me look up the laws for Americans getting married in Budapest!""Ball-hanging is too good for him. He serves something worse. Off with his head!""I will take that trip!" I yelled at the small living room filled with boxes that I had yet to unpack. "And I will enjoy myself! A lot!
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
It could have been quite worse," he agreed magnanimously.	"And those two guys who felt up your butt while the maintenance dude was working on that hinge were kicked out because they violated the 'must have fondler's consent' rule, or so that pink-haired woman who spoke English said, so at least they won't do that to the next guy trapped in the stocks."	"I will sleep easier knowing that.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
Hell," he said, looking down his body. "I shouldn't have thought about that just yet. Now Alice is going to come out of the bathroom and see you standing there being demanding. That's not very gentlemanly...."	This just made him even harder.	With a sigh, he snatched up her pirate hat and slapped it over his crotch. "There. Now we can at least present the semblance of a man who doesn't have a single track mind.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
I have a hat for it, actually." Elliott made a vague gesture with one hand. "Well, it's more of a full-body suit, really."	"Is that a euphemism for a condom?"	"No." He marched past me and lay down on the bed. "My mother knitted me a willy-warmer a few years back when we were having a cold stretch. She felt I wasn't like to produce the grandchildren she desires if I had as she put it, frost-shriveled parts.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
Are you going to last if I start nibbling at your ankles and work my way up?"	"No. You might make it to my knee, but only if I think about starving children and venereal warts.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
You are such a stick-in-the-mud sometimes, you know that?" My annoyance faded. Elliott, poor man, truly believe what he was saying. He thought life was better when it was organized and structured until all the fun had been squeezed out of it. "Look, one of the things I've learned from life is that you have to grab what you can take, because you never know if it'll be there later. I'm here right now. So are you. And I just bet you if I stick my hands down your pants, you'll be ready for a little fun in no time."	His nostrils flared, and his voice took on that haughty lord-of-the-manor tone that made me want to giggle. "I assure you, madam, that I am in full control of my libido. If I did not wish to become aroused by you, I wouldn't."	I put my hand on his fly. Just that, no caressing, no stroking, just my palm on his zipper. I could feel him getting hard within seconds. I cocked an eyebrow at him.	"As it happens, I want to be aroused," he said with an attempt at dignity. "I have decided that I will, just this once, bend my inviolable rule about not stopping until I am done with my daily quota of writing.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
The thought struck me, as I went about my daily ablutions, that Elliot had awfully nice hair for a man who’d take someone else’s ticket. It wasn’t long, but had a small curl to it that made you think about running your fingers through it. “Not that I have any intention of doing so ,” I told my reflection in the steam mirror. “Even if I was looking for a man, and I’m certainly not that stupid, he would be off the table. He’s friend to a rat bastard.” It was just a shame, too. How many bona fide lords does a girl meet? And how many of them have BBC voices, and nice faces, and curly hair that looks soft and silky and utterly gropeworthy?
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
I'm wondering why I thought it was a good idea to fill my purse with eggs."He blinked at me.	I pulled a cold, flabby fried egg from mny bag, followed by its twin, holding them up so he could see. "Eggs."	"You couldn't carry a packet of peanuts like a normal person?" he asked.	I smiled. "I've never done normal particularly well....
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
I would totally support a pond scene like the one in PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, but only if you were stripped first."	He slid her a glance out of the corner of his eye. She was giving him a lascivious grin that made him feel like singing at the top of his lungs. "You have a smutty mind, Alice. It's one of the many things I admire in you. Unfortunately, we are in a holy place, and although I don't particularly hold strong religious feelings, I feel it would be insulting to the caretakers of this cathedral to give in to your lustful desires and engage in sex right her and now." He thought for a moment. "Although I have to admit it is a tempting thought...
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
I don't know whether to be pleased that our lovemaking was of such a high quality that you immediately want more, or if it's an indication you are one of those sex-addicted people who are never satisfied.
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
...I was enjoying conducting highly charged sexual banter with you."	"As was I, although if we continue along that line, you're going to make it extremely painful for me to walk. Shall we cool down our libidos with a spot of crypt viewing?
— Katie MacAlister, The Importance of Being Alice
I have nothing to make me feel good, except for you. The last thing I want to do is turn you into my new drug of choice.
— Collette West, Inside Game
Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal."There's nothing to say."He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
He gently sucked on my lower lip, biting it carefully with his teeth. It sent tingles all over my body and I had to hold on to his strong shoulders, firm under my fingers. I opened my mouth and tugged once on his lip ring. What happened next was the best sound I had ever heard before. He groaned so deeply that I couldn’t keep my answering moan quiet.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
Take a table and I’ll join you in a second.’’When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing.I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
Why are you looking at me like that?’’ he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip.“No reason.’’ I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted.He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be blushing. “You shouldn’t touch a man like that in the morning,’’ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
If a man can't love you for who you are, he's not worth The Dior Gloss.
— Leah Marie Brown, Faking It
She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.
— Kristin Miller, The Werewolf Wears Prada
You know,” she stammered, resenting the way her body reacted to his touch with fireworks and songbirds, “I kind of hate you sometimes.”“If that’s code for ‘I want to fuck you until I can’t walk straight’, then I kind of hate you, too.
— Jennifer Bonds, Once Upon a Dare
I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. —Nolan
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip in and taste him. I needed a taste, needed to complete this fantasy of mine.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
Don’t cry,’’ he breathed out so very close to my face. Just a little closer and I’d feel his lips ghosting against mine. “It’s like a punch in my guts when you cry.’’ “You shouldn’t touch me,’’ I said, but despite my words, I didn’t try to move away from his touch. A tear ran to my upper lip and I tasted it with the very tip of my tongue. Nolan’s eyes darkened when he followed it, not straying from my mouth. I could see goosebumps over his skin on his neck and on his forearms. “Nolan?
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I’m a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I had nothing to give him beside myself and my heart and he denied me.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
She shouldn’t be this close to Cole, not alone, not even when she was pissed beyond belief. It was too dangerous, since she had yet to find a cure for I-hate-you-but-I-want-to-fuck-your-brains-out-itis.
— Jennifer Bonds, Once Upon a Dare
He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.�
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
I said nothing in my texts. You came up with your own conclusions and you were mad thinking about me being with someone else…’’ “Stop,’’ he said, his jaw tightening. “Touching another man…’’ “Stop it.’’ “Sleeping…’’ He ran to me and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me once, not hard, but enough to make me stop. “Quit it,’’ he whispered, his voice deep and dark.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
He’d said he couldn’t let her go. She couldn’t figure out how they could stay together.
— Alexia Adams, His Billion Dollar Dilemma
When you love someone, you're willing to give up damn near anything for them to be happy.
— Jenna Rutland, Just for Appearances
Though in fairness, before tonight she wouldn't have known exactly how to classify them. Sorta childhood friends through her brother, turned business rivals who had absolutely incendiary chemistry when they let it loose, which was almost never. Yeah, that wasn't unclear at all... Sarcasm. Kady's second-favorite —asm.
— Laura Kaye, Dare to Resist
I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
A year ago, you fell into my arms and I felt some crazy connection to you. I'm sure as hell not good enough for you, and I'm sure as hell not making any promises, but I'm damn sure you were worth waiting for.
— Victoria James
It was one thing to jack off. It was another thing to jack off and not secure your shit before you opened a goddamned door. That was like, Puberty 101. Or Being a Guy 101. Or Basic Fucking Common Sense 101.
— Laura Kaye, Dare to Resist
If only it felt like an academic exercise when she kissed him, instead of a soul-drowning tsunami of want and need.
— Alexia Adams, His Billion Dollar Dilemma
For God’s sake, Helen, I stood in front of my peers and basically said, ‘Look, chaps, I can’t vote because all I can think about is kissing that brilliant woman who was just in here.’ And I don’t even bloody know if you still want me to kiss you.
— Alexia Adams, His Billion Dollar Dilemma
Is that the way you live your life, logic over emotion?” “That’s the way I run my business. Up to now, there hasn’t been any overlap.
— Alexia Adams, His Billion Dollar Dilemma
Quietly, under my breath, I mumbled a name and it wasn’t the name of the girl waiting in the other room. In my mind I pictured Brooklyn’s sounds as she came and I jerked in my hand, coming and coming. Something had to give.
— Stephanie Witter, Six Years
Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you’re mine.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch
Just give me more, better memories to replace the bad ones. I’ll be back to normal before we know it.
— A.R. Von, Jailhouse Rock
I felt a pull toward her even before I actually spotted her in her car and I’m glad I didn’t resist.
— A.R. Von, Jailhouse Rock
You are so going down for that." He grabbed the keys and headed back to the road. "When you least expect it," he added over his shoulder."I'm shaking in my shoes," she called out."You're not wearing any.""Exactly."Damn, he liked this girl.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
Charlie brought her dandelion to her mouth. "I've heard that, too. But this happens to be something I've done a lot and it's easy. Just take a deep breath, put your lips together, and blow." She closed her eyes and blew. When she lifted her lids, she found him watching her.Or rather, watching her mouth. She let go of the flower stem and swallowed. "I'm thinking those lips of yours could make any man's wish come true.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
I feel your pain. My vibrator needed batteries.
— Wendy Byrne, The Millionaire's Deception
For what it’s worth”—he rose from his seat, moved around the table and bent over her, whispering in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek— “I like you better in a pair of worn jeans, and I think you deserve someone who appreciates what he’s got. Not someone out to have a good time.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch
Maybe I am the eye candy on the team, but the only mouth I plan on melting in is hers.
— Collette West, Perfect Game
Don’t take the bait if she asks you if you like sex toys.
— Wendy Byrne, The Millionaire's Deception
His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.
— K.M. Golland, Discovering Stella
Oh, crap.The last person she wanted to run into this morning when she had to be super-professional was Hot Pool Guy. Before she had a chance to hide behind a plant or something, his gaze connected with hers and held her hostage.He flashed a smile and headed her way. Shit. She got to her feet thinking she'd say a quick hello before telling him she was meeting someone and excuse herself. Look away from those amazing dark eyes before you get yourself in trouble. She forced her attention down.And found a logo on the breast pocket of his white polo shirt.Word.Heritage.Fund.Kill her now.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
Charlie had kissed a lot of guys. And Connor's kiss had been the best ever. Ever, ever, ever.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
And here I thought the orgasm came with the coffee.
— Wendy Byrne, The Millionaire's Deception
He parked the car, pressed the button for the roof to fold back, and undid his seat belt. "It's an emergency."Goldilocks giggled. She unfastened her belt and hopped onto her knees. "Yes, I can see" - she glanced down at his crotch - "That we're in danger of a detonation. What's the protocol in a situation like this, Mr. Environmentalist?""I'm afraid I have no choice but to advocate for release.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
In third period Math, we were forced to sit in alphabetical order. Which put me right behind Logan, who was throwing all those passes to Aiden in the scrimmage. He took off his navy blazer and when he leaned forward to write, I could see muscles bulging across his back and shoulders. I can already tell Math is going to suck, but at least I’ll have a nice view.It’s like what Grandpa always says about real estate. Location, location, location.
— Jillian Dodd, Kiss Me
The only time I get to be alone is while traveling.""Except this week," Charlie said.He turned his head and she saw herself reflected in his shades. "True. And you're not at all what I expected."Not that Connor had had any idea what to expect. But he would've preferred if she hadn't been the beautiful blonde who wore skimpy red bikini tops and starred in his dreams last night.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
He smiles. It’s a blinding, white-toothed smile. A push-me-over-the-edge-of-the-love-cliff smile. And before I can say a word in protest, he’s got my hand and is dragging me through the carnival.Note to self: Do not stare directly at his smile. It holds special powers.Also: Do not kiss him. His mouth is definitely the source of his power.
— Jillian Dodd, Kiss Me
I've always had this fantasy of being at the top of a Ferris wheel with a gorgeous guy and having him kiss me.""Really? That's your fantasy?""One of them." She narrowed her eyes, but it didn't diminish their light."And I fit the bill?" he said, unable to stop himself from moving his stare to her mouth. Christ, he wasn't expecting her to say any of that, but now that she had, he had the urge to fulfill all her fantasies."You asked." She shrugged and started to turn away.He caught her jaw and tilted it up to his. "Do you want me to kiss you?"Long, dark eyelashes reached the arch of her brows. "We shouldn't""That's not what I asked."She squirmed, her breath caught."Yes," she whispered.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
First one of you to call me Yoko,” Todd warned as he stepped up, “is a dead man.
— Ophelia London, Abby Road
Her arms slid around my back and I heard the softest moan in my ear as she snuggled into my chest. Her mouth pressed to my neck, not kissing, just…there. On me.Dammity-damn-damn-damn.
— Ophelia London, Crossing Abby Road
They say the eyes are the windows to our soul; glass gateways that do little to conceal our true self. Yet, for me, they're also the narrators of our heart and give insight to our well-kept secrets... secrets I wanted to remain hidden.
— K.M. Golland, Discovering Stella
It was her turn to hold him up.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch
Charlie swallowed. He was gloriously sexy. The hottest man she'd ever seen with his sculpted chest and abs., narrow waist, long muscular legs dusted with dark brown hair. Her gaze roamed over every inch of him before settling on his erection. It was big, thick, and hard for her. Her mouth watered in anticipation.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
With a gentle touch, she brushed the hair off his forehead. "I was sort of hoping you'd be a little more relaxed today."He took her hand and kissed it."I'm very relaxed.""Finally?" She raised her eyebrows and snuggled closer."You feel a little stiff."And getting stiffer by the second. He had zero control around this woman. "We should probably do something about that.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
The man was potent to her system, her very own drug.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch
Feel free to check out the hotel and talk to the staff," he said slipping out of bed. "And I'm happy to give you an up-close look at what we're doing." When she didn't answer, he glanced over his shoulder. Then cleared his throat.Her attention jumped from his ass to his face. "Sorry, what did you say/""I said---"She sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist. And damn if she wasn't the most gorgeous thing with her creamy skin, pert breasts, and mussed hair.He moaned like a guy totally whipped and stalked back to the bed where he climbed on top of her."Connor." She giggled and wiggled beneath him. Her arms went around his neck. "What are you doing?""Forgetting the time." He kissed her and didn't leave until they'd both had their fill.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
Connor couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard him mumble, "First Dean, then McCall. These boys are dropping like flies.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
Hope is a very strange thing, Constance Thyme, and something I haven’t had much of, as late. Yet all the signs lead me to believe there may be some left in the world for me, after all.
— Antoinette Turner, Trusting Thyme
I completely lost control. I was out of my fucking mind with the taste of her, the feel of her, those little moans of pleasure she made. Fuck, that woman completely unmans me. She consumes me to the point where my brain stops functioning entirely….
— Franca Storm, Comfort Zone
You’re virtually unknown over in the States. This could be the thing that helps you crack America. I can just see it now, a picture of you reclining in a pair of tighty whiteys advertising for Calvin Klein on the side of a skyscraper.”“Fuck, man. Are you a psychic? How did you know that’s my one true dream?
— L.H. Cosway, The Hooker and the Hermit
Sometimes you have to walk away from what you want in order to find what you deserve.
— Belle Aurora, Love Thy Neighbour
We are together. That means I don’t look at another woman the way I look at you. I don’t touch another woman the way I touch you. I don’t feel about any woman the way I feel about you. Got it? Don’t ever think I’d throw away what we have for a cheap, meaningless fuck. You either trust me, or you don’t. So what’s it going to be? -Ronin Black
— Lorelei James, Unwound
When I’m away from you I am lost.But when I’m with you, I am lost in you.
— Eliza Freed, Forgive Me
Because some things in life just hurt so much that you need to feel physical pain to start to heal from it.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, The Hysterics
The man was more highly strung than Margaret Thatcher on the rag, God rest her.
— L.H. Cosway, The Hooker and the Hermit
I’m broken. Fucked up. I feel sick. I can’t breathe. It’s like someone’s snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip. It’s Emma. This is her doing. Well, it won’t fucking bleed for her. It won’t bleed for anyone. It’s black. I’m dead inside.
— Franca Storm, Comfort Zone
Naked. Waiting. Go.
— Amanda Usen, Make Me, Take Me
The bats stop flying above and the moon stands still. He commands the air and the sky and my body.
— Eliza Freed, Forgive Me
He picked the one Cinderella on earth who would smash the glass slipper and cut off a few toes to keep Prince Charming from finding her.
— Amanda Usen, Make Me, Take Me
My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, The Hysterics
This is Bourbon Street, isn’t it? Where’s the freakin’ bourbon?
— Eliza Freed, Forgive Me
She’d set herself up to fail. On purpose. In the most basic way a woman can. I shaved my bikini line and wore my best underwear.
— Amanda Usen, Make Me, Take Me
I’d practically groped her under the guise of helping her get out a stain, but still, she looked like she found me about as appealing as second-hand underpants.
— L.H. Cosway, The Hooker and the Hermit
Let’s dispense with the preliminary round of ‘will we or won’t we’ so we can get down to the when will we.
— Amanda Usen, Make Me, Take Me
Until that night, she’d categorized multiple orgasms with unicorns, the Holy Grail, and free parking.
— Amanda Usen, Make Me, Take Me
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Cinderella Screwed Me Over
Goldilocks in the flesh. He zoned out for a second, lost in the smooth texture of her skin, so he had zero time to react when the bikini top flying through the air hit him in the chest....She contemplated the ground for a second. "I'd like my top back, please.""I don't know," he teased. "It could be construed as a deadly weapon.
— Robin Bielman, His Million Dollar Risk
Mel rolled her eyes. "You can't live your life based on 'what-ifs,' Liv. And change is inevitable. It's the one thing you can always count on. Stop worrying about what might or not happen and follow your heart. How can you expect to ever be happy if you don't?
— Alicia Kobishop, The Fine Line
Wow, I didn’t even hesitate to call her my girlfriend. That’s a first.
— Collette West, Perfect Game
I wanna explore your body. I wanna kiss my way up and down it all night long.
— Collette West, Perfect Game
Meet Logan Jackson, smug, self-entitled, proud, arrogant, trust-fund brat.
— Ali Harper, Beautiful Bedlam
Be careful. He uses that line on all the girls.
— Ali Harper, Beautiful Bedlam
I have been happier in the past week than I ever imagined possible and it doesn't have a damn thing to do with the money. You're the real prize. The lottery was just a bonus.
— Amanda Young, Windfall
He put his hand on my thigh. "No worries, I got you now babe.
— Cindi Madsen, Cinderella Screwed Me Over
Alarm clocks, I felt, were nothing more than a plague rained down by an evil force, possibly even Lucifer himself.
— Bart Hopkins, Fluke
Apparently Super Max was pretty content with taking care of half the town, such was his wonderfulness.
— Kristen Ashley, The Gamble
I was going to break from the inside out if he didn't bend me into nameless shapes
— C.D. Reiss, Ruin
Or else I may do something I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me for in the mornin’.” The low huskiness of his voice washed over her like a heated caress, sending shivers down her spine, and obliterating whatever defenses she’d manage to build against him.
— J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes
We worked side by side building our sandwiches. Mine, just a few modest layers of meat and cheese, with a bit of lettuce for some added crunchiness; his, a Dagwood, piled high with turkey, ham, salami, lettuce, tomatoes, two kinds of cheese, and—were those jalapenos—with a teetering slice of bread carefully placed on top—there’s no way that’s going to fit into his mouth—he admired it for a moment then using his giant paw, smashed it into submission.
— Candace Vianna, The Science of Loving
You monosyllabic Neanderthal, I am not some little helpless female who can't walk across the brewery."He shrugged. "I did what was needed.""What the what?" She dropped the clipboard from beneath the hoodie and shoved her arms through its sleeves before rubbing her hands up and down her arms to warm them. "That doesn't even make sense."Sean doubted there were half-crazed mules more stubborn than Natalie Sweet. "If I hadn't, you would have stayed in that cooler, freezing your ass off until you'd said everything you wanted to say - which, by the way, is usually more words than most people use in a year.
— Avery Flynn, Hollywood on Tap
You don't even know me," I said."And whose fault is that?""Cinderella's"Two creases formed between Jake's eyebrows."Cinderella's?""Yeah, Cinderella screwed me over." Without any more explanation, I got into my car, pulled the door closed, and fired up the engine.
— Cindi Madsen, Cinderella Screwed Me Over
Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided to buy. “I need a man.”Jackson bit back a miserable groan. The woman would be the death of him.
— J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, clearly telling him what she thought about his need to protect his pride.He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and tapped a finger against her lips, somehow managing to ignore their softness and the overwhelming desire to taste them. “You’re going to owe me for this one, I think.
— J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes
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.
— Cindi Madsen, Cinderella Screwed Me Over
If you continue to touch me,” he said, his eyes flashing, searing into her, “you’re going to end up in this tub with me.
— J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes
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?
— Cindi Madsen, Cinderella Screwed Me Over
Logan's been one of Marietta's most eligible bachelors for too long. Ever since divorcing that useless ditz of a wife, we've all been watching waiting for him to dip his toes into the dating pool again. Nothing. Then, you show up and what happens? He dives straight into the deep end, without taking off his shoes." - Aunt Mabel to Samara
— Roxanne Snopek, Finding Home
We're not quitting until I'm satisfied you know what you're doing," he said in a low voice."Until we're both satisfied," she corrected. Killing. Him.
— Roxanne Snopek, Finding Home
She shivered under his touch, desire dampening her panties and making her clench her thighs together in an attempt to find some relief. His devilish hands relaxed their grip on her hips and slid around to cup her ass, pulling her close. Thick, hard evidence of his desire pressed against her belly. God, she wanted this man, and not just to silent the stressful thoughts always swirling in her head. She wanted him, not just the divine moment of oblivion that blocked out everything else.The realization scared her and brought some unwanted reality into the room. "We shouldn't be doing this.""Why?" He made quick work of the buttons on her petal-pink cashmere sweater and parted her cardigan. Sean gave a soft growl as he stared at her silver satin pushup bra that presented her boobs like an all-you-can-lick buffet. "Because I'm your employee?"He licked his lips and slid his thumb across the satin covering her hard nipple."Yes," she said, sighing. An answer to his question or a response to even the lightest of touches? Both."Easy fix." He snapped the front closure of her bra and her tits tumbled out. "I quit."Bending forward, he lifted one heavy globe and took the hard nub into his hot mouth. Fire sizzled through her veins and it felt so good she couldn't wait to burn."You can't quit." She reached down for the top button of his jeans and flicked it open. "We need you. I need you."He released her nipple and she groaned in frustration. Then he found the hem of her skirt and inched it higher and the soft groan that floated out of her mouth was for a whole other reason."Hire me back in about an hour or, better yet, a few days."The cool air caressed her upper thighs as he raised her skirt, but it wasn't enough to relieve the molten heat engulfing her. "I like how you think.
— Avery Flynn, Hollywood on Tap