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She saw a lone figure running across the dark parking lot toward her, a weapon in his hands. ...*Not again.* And this time she was all alone. No Cole Walker, heroic police detective and star in too many of her fantasies, to save her.
— Elizabeth Heiter, Police Protector
After all these years, he couldn't believe he'd recognized her so instantly. He prayed that she wouldn't recognize him, but as her eyes widened, he knew she had."Marcos?" she breathed.And his worst nightmare came true. His cover was blown.
— Elizabeth Heiter, Secret Agent Surrender
Meeting Harrison hadn’t been part of her plan, but once she’d met him, walking away from him had never been an option. Now she wondered if he’d be the one to walk away from her when he knew the truth about her past. He’d been so brutally honest with her about his own life and his career with the CIA before he’d started working for Red Stone Security. But she’d kept her secrets.
— Katie Reus, Fatal Deception
Wait, what? Mara roughed up some guys?” For a moment Harrison wondered if this had something to do with a woman at her shelter. Maybe she’d been at that pawn shop to try and talk to an ex or something. But that didn’t make sense. Mara would have told him about that. “That’s a mild way of putting it. She also took a bunch of pistols.
— Katie Reus, Fatal Deception
I want to know why you love me.Because I don't make sense without you. You're part of me.
— Dani Pettrey, Still Life
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies~Aristotle
— Connie Lafortune, Bound by Steel
She made him want to lose control, something he never did. She also made him want things he'd never imagined for his own life, like a family and someone to come home to every night.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
Despite his soft speech, he stared at her as he’d like to eat her whole. Damn her traitorous body if that thought wasn’t such a bad one…. This could not be happening. She was on the run from a maniac and her hormones were going haywire. Clearly, she had issues.
— Katie Reus, Running from the Past
Caleb shifted uncomfortably as he closed the door behind him. For a moment, he’d thought she’d been naked under the sheet. But, it had been a nude-colored type of top. Didn’t seem to matter, the sight had kicked his fantasies into overdrive. She tried to hide herself, but the nightlight next to her bed cast a soft amber glow around her shining right through the thin sheet, illuminating her small pert breasts perfectly even through the top…. He couldn’t live under the same roof as her and not go insane. He would make an announcement tomorrow. She was off-limits.
— Katie Reus, Running from the Past
When she entered the dining room, she tried to ignore Caleb’s gaze on her. He wasn’t outwardly leering, but she could feel the intensity coming from his direction as if he was sending heat-seeking missiles her way. She knew he wanted her. She might not have much experience with men, but she knew when one was interested and Caleb Ryder was.
— Katie Reus, Running from the Past
He needed to taste her like he needed his next breath.
— Katie Reus, Running from the Past
The woman brought out his protective instincts to the point he couldn’t think straight sometimes. He’d never felt like that about anyone and it was jarring. Sometimes he wondered if he got a taste of her if it would slake the need he always seemed to have for her.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
From the moment they’d met, their friendship had been leading to more…
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
Do you know how often I've fantasized about the color of your nipples?" he growled against her neck before feathering soft kisses up to her jaw.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore," she murmured...
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
He'd known her for five months, but felt like a lifetime for how attracted he was to her.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
He didn't have many friends, but he valued his friendship with Angel. She was kind and giving and one of the few women who didn't look at him like he was an un-caged tiger
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
She felt like something had shifted between them but wasn't sure what.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
She wanted her life back and that was mainly because of Vadim. She was a man she didn't want to leave. Even if her first instinct had been to flee, the time for running was over. She wouldn't live in fear forever.
— Katie Reus, Sweetest Surrender
I thought Beauty and the Beast were two people, not one.
— Meryl Sawyer, Half Moon Bay
Character determines fate.
— Meryl Sawyer, Half Moon Bay
The ocean was a molten gold. A drum roll sent the crowd into a frenzied cheering which reached a fevered pitch when the ocean swallowed the sun in a kinetic bolt of color representing the entire spectrum of light. Matt studied Shelly as she watched awed. The child-like delight on her face was captivating.
— Meryl Sawyer, Half Moon Bay
Hey Shelly, you’re looking at me like I’m from another planet. What’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong. Bubbles sold me alien abduction insurance. I haven’t got a care in the world.
— Meryl Sawyer, Half Moon Bay
She never asked for too much. She just wanted to be ordinary.
— Meryl Sawyer, Half Moon Bay
Audubon considered it a bad day if he didn’t shoot a hundred birds. “It’s amazing that his name has become synonymous with conservation.
— Meryl Sawyer, Half Moon Bay
Where are you staying?Our house. He shifted closer and I stopped breathing.Not good. I really needed to breathe and leaned back further in my chair to put space between me and his stubble darkened chin, his oh-so-kissable mouth, his windblown hair, his...his...everything.For the zillionth time, I wondered what the statute of limitations was on stupid decisions. Marrying him had to top the list.
— Sue Barr, According to Plan
You survived,” Death said, appearing again as Cat. “They were vicious. If they’d –”“– Don’t go there.”“You’ve always known really bad people are following you,” Death said, softening what she was going to say. “But did you know I’ve been following you too?”“Why?” Word asked, not getting it.“Simple,” Cat said. “If I keep you alive many others won’t die.
— Denny Taylor, Split Second Solution
I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks."	"Is that what I like to be big?"	"You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her.	"You never know. I might just surprise you.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.
— Jacqueline Simon Gunn, What He Didn't See
Love makes people do crazy things. And not feeling loved can bring people to the edge of madness.
— Jacqueline Simon Gunn, What He Didn't See
He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
You work with B-Squad."	He nodded. "On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer."	"Why's that?" From the number of B-Squad clients she'd had to turn away in the past month, Tamara knew the team could use another member.	"I've been told I don't play well with others.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
Trust me, darlin', I've got skills for every room in the house.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
So tell me, Tamara darlin', what other needs can I help you take care of?
— Avery Flynn, Bang
Just dinner?"	If there was a God in heaven, no was the answer to that.	"Whatever else is up to you and that little voice inside you telling you to jump my bones like a trampoline, darlin'."	This time she did roll her eyes. "How charming."	"Trust me, my charm isn't what the ladies love most about me.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
I'm trying to picture you growing up with sisters."	"I can do a double French braid in less than three minutes and I've bought more tampons than a thirty-one-year-old man should ever admit to.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
She rose to her feet, lining her body up with his and closing the gap between them. "What if I need help in a different way?"	"Darlin', I'm a full-service kind of helper." His hand dropped to her left hips, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her clit. "You tell me what ache is building and I'll relieve it." His other hand fell to her right hip and he pulled her close. "Tell me where it itches and I'll scratch it." His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her, letting lose a wave of desire that threatened to overwhelm her. "Show me where it hurts and I'll kiss it better." 	"You make a lot of promises," she managed to get out...	"And I'll deliver on every single one." He dipped his head lower, letting his lips brush across hers. "You can count on it.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be.
— Avery Flynn, Bang
I have loved you from the moment you opened your eyes, and I will continue to love you long after I close mine. I will always be yours Aurora. I don’t exist without you.
— Nathalie Saade, Poisoned Rose
I'm not good at games, Robert. Don't kiss me unless it's for read. Don't come around unless you mean to stay.""Do you mean marriage?" he asked coolly, his expressive eyebrows lifting...."if you're looking for a summer affair, I'm not your woman."His mouth twisted as an unreadable expression crossed his face. "Oh, but you are. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet.
— Linda Howard, Loving Evangeline
How ‘bout you, Jena?” He leaned closer, speaking in an exaggerated whisper. “We could go somewhere private. I know you probably got some scars from being shot, but you can’t see a scar in the dark, right?”	The dickwad was offering her a pity fuck in a darkened room?
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
Do you want me?" she whispered, licking him again. She felt very warm, and slightly drunk with her feminine power. Desire was unfurling inside her, opening like a flower. Her breasts throbbed, and she rubbed them against his leg.He gave a strangled laugh, almost undone by her natural sensuality. "Look a few inches to your right and tell me what you think.
— Linda Howard, Loving Evangeline
Why are you stripping in my front yard at six in the morning? I have neighbors you know.
— Nathalie Saade, Poisoned Rose
She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man.He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.
— Linda Howard, Loving Evangeline
No matter what happens to us, I will ensure that she will never forget this moment in her life. That she will think of this day, this evening, this moment...
— Jessica Clare, Last Hit
Jena Sinclair had taught him a couple of things about himself in the past few minutes that he didn’t want to know.	First, sometime in the past five years, a deep fatigue had wrapped itself around him – not the fatigue that could be slept off with a soft bed and a warm blanket, but the fatigue caused by a tightened harness that restricted. That promised no end to long days and longer nights. A harness of his own making.	Cole had realized another surprising thing too. Very surprising for the man who needed nothing and no one.	He was lonely.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.”	“Paul needs a woman,” Ceelie said.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
I don't have casual sex," she said.He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. "My dear, I promise you there wouldn't be anything casual about it.
— Linda Howard, Loving Evangeline
Everybody has scars; some are more visible than others, that’s all. But anyone without a scar is someone I don’t want to know because it’s someone who doesn’t feel things deeply. You have to understand loss to recognize a gift when you see it.”	He leaned over and kissed her again. “You are my gift. I want to be yours, if you’ll let me.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
We have unfinished personal business I do believe.” He smiled. “And I do love to make you blush.”
— “It clashes with my hair.
She sashayed into the kitchen like she lived there, and grabbed two glasses from the counter, rinsed them in the sink, all very domestic.	His eyes strayed to her breasts. “You came to do dishes?”	“I came to come.” She winked, smiling from ear to ear.	“Gotta appreciate a straight-talking woman.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
In the middle of the house stood the largest, scariest man she’d ever seen. Senhor Finch had been sunshine, but this foreigner was a night storm. He seemed to fill the house like a dark cloud. Too big, too strong, his gaze too sharp on her. And as she turned to flee, he thundered, “Stop!”	And the next second, the man had her arm in his grip.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
When I was young, I wanted to be an astronaut. Someone who flies in a spaceship to the moon,” he explained, in case she didn’t know the word.	She thought about that for a moment. “But you didn’t go.”	“Turns out I have dyslexia. It’s something in your brain that makes it hard to learn. Mine is not bad, just enough so I couldn’t pass the test.”	“I’m glad you didn’t go to the moon,” she said. “I think it’s better that you came here.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
The Potomac had taken away Linda and the boys.	The Rio Negro had given him Daniela.	One river had swallowed his heart; another river, halfway around the world, had gifted it back. A different heart, beaten up, scarred, but a beating heart at least.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
Quickly, Ian learned the danger of holding her. Once he allowed his arm around her, letting her go was nearly impossible.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
She could live without her past. She was better off without her past. But Ian couldn’t live without his heart.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed.	But when Daniela came in, she wasn’t wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she’d been painted with diamonds.	“Christ,” he breathed.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
I love you more than piranhas love chicken wings.
— Dana Marton, Girl in the Water
You really need better spatial awareness.” A familiar, deep voice from behind her made her jump out of her skin.Feeling almost numb, she turned to find Graysen West standing there—and looking way too sexy for his own good. Or for her own good. She’d thought she was completely alone in the elevator.She blinked once. Yep, he was still there. Well over six feet of raw masculinity, bright blue eyes she could drown in, and a disapproving frown that somehow made him look sexy.Isa felt almost possessed as she lashed out. A year of built-up anger and hurt came bursting to the surface. Her arm was moving before she’d processed what she was doing but when her fist connected with his nose, she cursed at the pain that jolted through her hand. Punching someone hurt.
— Katie Reus, Lethal Game
I think I've proved that I'm not to be trusted," he said."Then why do I feel safer now that I have in my entire life?""Because you're just as screwed up as me.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
Get off me, Bran!" she howled, her sweet breath brushing his lips when she turned her head to look at him. "If you get yourself killed bein' all heroic and brave, I swear on my granddaddy's grave, I'll murder you!
— Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep
I'm not going anywhere...
— Katie Reus, Dangerous Protector
She owed him nothing - less than nothing.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
You were a kidnapping waiting to happen - you're lucky it was me.""Luckiest day of my life.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
You're not what I expected in a pirate."He laughed, curtly. "You're not what I expected in a princess.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
She turned her head, and the skin of her cheek caught the moonlight, smooth as satin. Tough and beautiful. He grimaced. Tu agis sans passion et sans haine. You act without passion and without hatred. He'd recited the line every day of his nineteen years in the Legion, but it'd never resonated as strongly as it did now.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
I'll shower, then we can go. I smell like a zombie."Hell, if the undead looked like that, bring on the zombie apocalypse.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
Since Paul wasn’t a big conversationalist—he was the anti-Mac, in other words, and today had been the longest she’d ever heard him speak in consecutive sentences—Jena watched the scenery for a while. Then she decided to study the inside of Paul’s truck to see what she could learn about him.Technically, it was exactly like hers and Gentry’s. It had a black exterior with a blue light bar across the top and the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries Enforcement Division logo on the doors.It was tech heavy on the front dash, just like theirs, with LDWF, Terrebonne Parish Sheriff’s Office, and Louisiana State Police Troop C radios, a laptop, a GPS unit, and a weather unit.In her truck and in Gentry’s, the cords and wires were a colorful tangle of plastic and metal, usually with extra plugs dangling around like vines. Paul’s cords were all black, and he had them woven in pairs and tucked underneath the dash, where they neatly disappeared.She leaned over to see how he’d achieved such a thing, and noticed identical zip ties holding them in place.“Sinclair, I hate to ask, but what are you doing?”He sounded more bemused than annoyed, so she said, “I’m psychoanalyzing you based on the interior of your truck.”He almost ran off the road. “Why?”“Your scintillating conversation was putting me to sleep.”His dark brows knit together but he seemed to have no answer to that.She turned around in her seat, as much as the seat belt allowed, and continued her study. Paul had a 12-gauge shotgun and a .223 carbine mounted right behind the driver’s seat, same as in her own truck. The mounts had hidden release buttons so the agents could get the guns out one-handed and quickly.But where her truck had a catch-all supply of stuff, from paper towels to zip ties to evidence bags to fast-food wrappers thrown in the back, Paul’s backseat was empty but for a zippered storage container normal people used for shoes. Each space held different things, all neatly arranged. Jena spotted evidence bags in one. Zip ties in another. Notebooks. Citation books. Paperwork. A spare uniform hung over one window, with a dry-cleaner’s tag dangling from the shirt’s top button.Good Lord. She turned back around.“What did you learn?” Paul finally asked.“You’re an obsessive-compulsive neat freak,” she said. “Accent on freak.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
Whenever she was in his arms, she forgot she even had a name.
— Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep
She shook her head. "I guess... that begs the question: just how many people have you slept with?"...	"All I can say for sure is the number is more than you can count on your fingers and toes. But less than the population of Miami.
— Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep
I might be bluffing, you miserable, vomitous mass!" Bran yelled. Oh, for heaven's sake. Really? He's quotin' The Princess Bride?
— Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep
How do I say 'kiss me' in French?" she whispered."Embrasse moi."Oh yes, even that sounded better in French.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
I've never had a problem with a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it."	Even as her heart stuttered, she narrowed her eyes. "Is that supposed to be a come-on?"	He lifted his hands and donned an innocent expression. "Wouldn't think of it.
— Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep
She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?
— Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep
Pretending to him that she felt something would be easy. Pretending to herself that she didn't? That was a whole other story.
— Brynn Kelly, Deception Island
I should have tried getting blown up months ago if that's what it takes to get you to be nice to me.
— Katie Reus, Dangerous Protector
He paused and looked up at her with the gleam of a predator in his gaze. She shivered at the intensity, more than happy to be his prey.
— Katie Reus, Dangerous Protector
This thing I feel for you... I've never felt like this about anyone, Tegan.
— Katie Reus, Dangerous Protector
They were very sweet words. Words that soothed the gaping hurt in her soul. But the devil was good when it comes to dealing with damaged souls.
— Stylo Fantome, Separation
Jay stepped into the room, and for a split second both her heart and lungs seemed to stop functioning. Then her heart lurched into rhythm again, and she drew a deep, painful breath. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at the inert form on the white hospital bed, and his name trembled soundlessly on her lips. It didn't seem possible that this ... this could be Steve.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
His gaze strayed to her mouth as her tongue darted out to swipe cream off her bottom lip. He had to actually bite back a groan at the sight. He'd been with women who knew how to seduce, how to do everything right - because it was all choreographed and fake. With Dominique, he knew there was not artifice.	Even if she was driving him crazy.
— Katie Reus, Love Thy Enemy
Tell me what you want," he demanded. "Say the words." Because he needed to hear them. Some primal part of him wanted her to spell it out.	Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Kiss me."	"Where?
— Katie Reus, Love Thy Enemy
He couldn't live in a world with her and not have her in his life. Nope. Not happening.	"You're mine," he growled against her swollen lips. The words came out guttural as he held back the urge to slam into her.
— Katie Reus, Love Thy Enemy
He laughed, the sound so sweet to her ears because he rarely seemed to do it. "I think it's time I got you fed." He reached a hand down, palmed her ass before squeezing possessively. "Then I plan to eat you. Slowly.
— Katie Reus, Love Thy Enemy
It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
— Donna Cummins, Rain of Terror
If you are true soul mates, you never meet as strangers, you meet feeling like you’ve known each other forever. You feel at peace, calm, happy—you feel complete.
— Char Sharp, The Kiss of Life
She had opened the refrigerator door and was looking at her supply of frozen microwave dinners with an expression of distaste when the doorman buzzed. Deciding to forget about dinner, something she'd done too often lately, she depressed the switch. "Yes, Dennis?"	"Mr. Payne and Mr. McCoy are here to see you, Ms. Granger," Dennis said smoothly. "From the FBI."	"What?" Jay asked, startled, sure she'd misunderstood.	Dennis repeated the message, but the words remained the same.	She was totally dumbfounded. "Send them up," she said, because she didn't know what else to do. FBI? What on earth? Unless slamming your apartment door was somehow against federal law, the worst she could be accused of was tearing the tags off her mattress and pillows. Well, why not? This was a perfectly rotten end to a perfectly rotten day.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
Better to beg forgiveness, than to ask for permission anyway.
— Kindle Alexander, Full Disclosure
She glanced at her watch. He'd been massaging his legs for half an hour. "I think that's enough," she said firmly. "Don't you want to go back to bed?"	He straightened up in the wheelchair and his teeth flashed in a grin. "Baby, I'm so tired of that bed, the only way you could get me back in it would be if you crawled in there with me.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
She whimpered softly into his mouth. "We can't," she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart.	"The hell we can't," he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. "Jay, baby, don't' stop me now!
— Linda Howard, White Lies
His head jerked up. For another moment he was motionless. Her lips were parted slightly, trembling. Her eyes looked heavy. Her nipples were hard little circles plainly visible though the wet dress, her arms limp at her sides as she let him look. He shuddered, and his control snapped.	She couldn't move. He walked toward her without taking his gaze from her, without seeing or hearing anything else, a primal male animal intent on mating. He was breathing hard and deep, his nostrils flaring. Water dripped off him as he moved. She waited, shaking with need and fear, because he was out of control and she knew it. It was an exhilarating terror, freezing her but at the same filling her with an anticipation so acute she was almost in pain.	Then his hands were on her, and she moaned aloud from the sudden release of tension.	She didn't have time to respond. She had expected to be swept up in his arms and carried to bed, but he had gone far beyond paying attention to niceties. Nothing mattered to him but to have her, right then.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
Her lips parted slightly in a smile so female it took his breath away, and her deep blue eyes beckoned him, dared him. Once again her hips lifted. "What are you waiting for?" she breathed.	"For you," he answered, and even as he lost himself in the mindless ecstasy of making love to her, the truth of that remained. He'd waited for her forever.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.
— Linda Howard, White Lies
Deputy Grayson?"	He turned to stare down into those soft green eyes, his pulse ratcheting up. "Yes, Miss Smith?"	"Thank you." She touched his arm. "And no matter what happens, I promise I'm not a bad person."She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek....	Warmth rushed through Nash and tingling spread from where Phoebe's lips had touched his cheek. He raised a hand to the spot and stared at the woman, a frown pulling his brows downward.	He hadn't begun the day with the intent of finding a runaway bride stranded on the side of the road. Scenarios like that were only found in those unrealistic romance novels women liked reading.No. He hadn't asked for a kiss. But now that she'd done it, she couldn't undo it, and he couldn't unfeel it.
— Elle James, Justice Burning
Nash." Lola nodded toward the disappearing SUV. "Deputy Grayson." She grinned. "His first name is Nash. He's one of the four Grayson brothers. Every last one of them is tall, dark and so handsome they'll make your panties damp.
— Elle James, Justice Burning
Phoebe stared into his blue eyes. "What would you do if you ran away from a wedding in a car that didn't belong to you and discovered a body in the trunk about the time a sheriff's deputy rolled up behind you?" She flung her hand in the air, and assumed a high-pitched, sarcastic tone. "Hi, I'm a rich man's daughter with a dead man in my trunk. Could you help me get him out so I can be on my merry way?
— Elle James, Justice Burning
He covered her hands with his. "Why the hurry?"	"Seriously?" She stared at him, her jaw dropping. "I'm on fire! If we wait one more minute, I'm certain the sheets will spontaneously combust. I won't be held responsible if your house burns down because you wanted to waste time on foreplay.
— Elle James, Justice Burning
When he stood before her naked, he couldn't believe this beautiful woman, with the pale skin, flaming auburn hair, and eyes the color of spring hay, lay waiting for him.	Phoebe's cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "You look like you're hungry and ready to eat the proffered offering."	"I am, and I will.
— Elle James, Justice Burning
I'm concerned about the woman you're holding prisoner in there," Beckett said. "Knock three times if you're being held against your will."	Phoebe gasped and answered, "I'm fine, too."	"Good." Beckett said with a chuckle. "I was afraid I'd have to call the cops on my cop brother.
— Elle James, Justice Burning
Jackson shrugged off Gentry’s hand. “You want to worry about drugs in your parish, Agent Broussard, why don’t you check my sister’s bag? Or is it okay for your agents to be racing around with guns while they’re buzzing on painkillers? Is it okay for her to work four months after she tried to slit her wrists with a f**king utility knife?”A chill washed across Jena’s shoulders. Who was this person? The brother she’d known her whole life would never try to throw her under the squad car.“We aren’t talking about your sister, who, by the way, is a skilled law-enforcement agent who took two bullets in the line of duty a few months ago, son.” Gentry’s voice was low, but serious. “We’re talking about you, an unemployed twenty four year old who had almost an ounce of an illegal synthetic drug stashed in his bedroom, not to mention what’s probably still in your system. All we’d need is one simple blood test.”Gentry paused. “We’re talking about jail time, Jackson. Do you understand what kind of trouble you could be in?”Time seemed to stretch into slow motion. Jackson turned like an enraged devil, tightened his fingers around Gentry’s throat, and squeezed. He moved so fast that Gentry wasn’t able to get his hands up to protect himself and was left trying to breathe and pry Jacks’s hands off at the same time. Jackson wasn’t nearly as strong as Gentry, so it had to be the drugs. Jena had heard stories of users having almost superhuman strength.She ran toward them, but Adam got there first. He kicked Jacks’s legs out from beneath him and, by the time her brother hit the floor, Meizel was kneeling on his back, one hand pressing his head against the tile. The handcuffs clicked shut with a loud scrape of metal, and Meizel jerked Jacks to his feet. It was over in a matter of seconds.All four of them stood still for a moment. Until Jacks, his chin bleeding from hitting the floor, began spewing more accusations at Jena, laced with a liberal dose of f-bombs. Then life sped up again. Meizel held one of Jacks’s arms while Gentry held the other. The deputy had started his Miranda by the time they’d gotten Jacks out the front door, shoving him toward the patrol car none too gently.
— Susannah Sandlin, Black Diamond
The bones said death was comin', and the bones never lied.Eva Savoie leaned back in the rocking chair and pushed it into motion on the uneven wide-plank floor of the one-room cabin. Her grand pere Julien had built the place more than a century ago, pulling heavy cypress logs from the bayou and sawing them, one by one, into the thick planks she still walked across ever day.She had never known Julien Savoie, but she knew of him. The curse that had stalked her family for three generations had started with her grandfather and what he'd done all those years ago.What he'd brought with him to Whiskey Bayou with blood on his hands.What had driven her daddy to shoot her mama, and then himself, before either turned forty-five.What had led Eva's brother, Antoine, to drown in the bayou only a half mile from this cabin, leaving a wife and infant son behind.What stalked Eva now.
— Susannah Sandlin, Wild Man's Curse
There was something about a guy in a uniform most women found irresistible. Ceelie and Sonia had pondered this peculiar phenomenon over late-night glasses of moscato back in Nashville. They'd decided it had to be the belt and all the equipment that dangled from it when the guys walked, which not only was phallic but probably released extra sex pheromones into the air and turned women into nectar-seeking honeybees.
— Susannah Sandlin, Wild Man's Curse
We can do slow and sweet later. I want you fast and rough, and I've been begging for a while now." She hooked a leg around his, bringing their bodies together as close as possible. "If you missed the memo, buddy, I've been trying to get you inside me half the day."With a low groan, he picked her up and lowered her to the bed, his mouth and tongue setting up a rhythm to match the fingers he slid inside her. "Not that," she said. "You. Now.""Bossy Cajun woman." He gave her a tousle-haired, lopsided grin as he rolled into the cradle of her thighs, positioning himself at her 'entrance...
— Susannah Sandlin, Wild Man's Curse
And Mrs. Orton had the seizure right after you applied the lipstick?" 	Reggie's voice was dead serious.	Drea nodded.	That little tidbit set off Cam's warning sirens. Not good.	Reggie closed his notebook and deposited it in his inner jacket pocket. "Can you think of anything else?"	Drea opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head.	Christ. So she had a possible motive, opportunity, means to kill Natasha Orton, and she was obviously holding something back. She may not be the only suspect, but even Cam had to admit she was a mighty good one.
— Avery Flynn, Make Me Up
He smiled. "You didn't think we were going to follow orders from a psychopath and run scared, did you?
— Avery Flynn, Make Me Up
Nobody fucks with my girl."	Life snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl."	"But you will be.
— Avery Flynn, Make Me Up
Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt.
— Avery Flynn, Make Me Up
He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.
— Avery Flynn, Bullet Proof
It's a small closet."...	"It's a walk-in the size of Rhode Island," he teased...	"Isn't that just like a man to exaggerate the size of something?
— Avery Flynn, Bullet Proof
She dropped her head, touching his forehead with hers, and rolled her hips, not bothering or not able to keep quiet her sweet little mewl of pleasure. Her heat seeped into him, trapping him in the moment...
— Avery Flynn, Bullet Proof
What a voice. Deep, throaty, but not in a sexy way. In a haunted way. A voice full of heartbreak and ghosts.I won't go back, I won't go home,'Cause in this place, the dead still roam,'Cause this time, Whiskey Bayou won't let me go.
— Susannah Sandlin, Wild Man's Curse
I don't want you to think about anyone in your past. No now, not ever again. You deserved a hell of a lot more than any of those bastards gave you."	"If it helps," she said with a faint smile, "I killed most of them.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Rescue
He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, enjoying the way she shivered. "What is it?"	There was a long pause, then a wobbly breath. "Why can't I resist you?"	"Because you don't want to."	Before she could reply, he spun her around and kissed her again.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Games
You're so beautiful," he told her.	Her laughter tickled his ears. "You realize you're looking at my back, right?"	"Mmm-hmmm. And it's a very beautiful back.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Games
Isabel, do you really think I'd sleep with someone who..." He trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward.	"Someone who what?"	Trevor let out a ragged breath. "Who isn't you."	Her mouth formed a cute little O.	"You are the one I want," he reiterated.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Games
She shook her head and said," If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that shitty things happen. You can't always stop them. They just happen. And yeah, you can let them destroy you, but what's the point? Might as well learn to deal with all those shitty things and move on."	"Is that what you did?"	"Yes." She paused. "And you will too. You just have to accept your loss and try your best to live out the rest of your life without letting the loss destroy you."	"Easier said than done," he muttered.	She laughed. "Who said life was easy?
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Rescue
Never in her wildest dreams would she have pegged this man as a dirty talker. Just went to show that you should never underestimate the quiet ones - and never let your guard down around them either.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Games
It's a really nice house..."	"Yeah, full of booby traps and cameras and little robots that pop out of the closets at night and murder you in your sleep."	She burst out laughing. "Good point.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Games
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. If you are true soul mates, you never meet as strangers, you meet feeling like you’ve known each other forever. You feel at peace, calm, happy—you feel complete.
— Char Sharp, The Kiss of Life
She rubbed her lips over him, then lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Tell me what you like."	"Everything," he choked out. "I like everything you're doing."	"Tell me," she insisted....	Although it nearly killed him to say it, he mumbled, "Start slow. Make me beg for it.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Rescue
She glanced at the bathroom door once more, her cheeks growing warm as the glass door slid open and Kane emerged from the steamy shower stall.	Naked.	She swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from his nude, dripping-wet body. He had the kind of rock-hard physique that would make other women drool. His broad chest tapered to a trim waist, and his legs were thick and dusted with golden hair. He was lean, not bulky, with perfectly sculpted muscles that looked like they'd been carved out of marble. He was hard. Everywhere.	"I'm afraid it's too late for you to join me in the shower," he said in a silky voice. "Though we could still make good use of the bed.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Rescue
Kane..." she hesitated. "I lied to you last night."	His green eyes searched her face. "What did you lie about?"	"When I said... when I said I didn't want to kiss you again." Her breath came out in an unsteady puff. "I lied.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Rescue
Kane couldn't remember the last time he'd had a real conversation with a female. His chats with women consisted of sentences like "Do you like that, babe?" or "Roll over, I want to screw you from behind.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Rescue
How's this for honesty?" Luke said abruptly. "I want you..."	"I don't have sex with men I've just met," she murmured.	He rested his hands on her hips, the warmth of his touch searing her flesh. "Would you consider making an exception?
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Alias
There's nothing childish about me, sweetheart.
— Elle Kennedy, Midnight Games
My soul recognized him and it was easy to be in sync with him—to feel like I’d known him forever.
— Char Sharp, The Kiss of Life
He'd made a decision today that he wasn't letting her push him out of his life again.
— Katie Reus, A Covert Affair
There's only one woman I want.
— Katie Reus, A Covert Affair
She stood there, rooted to the spot, until he murmured, “Relax, this is all part of our cover.”His words were like ice water right in the face. He’d just kissed her as part of their cover. That brief brush over her lips and she didn’t want to relax, she wanted to take all his clothes off. Peel that charcoal gray suit off him and kiss every inch of his ripped, naked body.Instead of indulging in that insanity and getting arrested for public indecency—and tearing open old wounds—she took a small step back. Just like that, she could breathe again.
— Katie Reus, A Covert Affair
Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands.
— Victoria  Roberts, Kill or Be Kilt
Elizabeth studied the earl as he approached the waiting coach. "Was his behavior rather... odd?"	"He English. Ye're asking me if he's odd?
— Victoria  Roberts, Kill or Be Kilt
Do you sleep in your suits, too?"He dragged his gaze from the sweater she held up to her and completed a slow perusal starting at her totally reasonable three-and-a-half-inch metallic silver heels, up her bare calves, across the fitted pear-green pencil skirt, over her winter-white cashmere sweater and stopping briefly on her lips before reaching her eyes. She'd been stark naked, pressed up against a sixteenth-floor window, having one of the best orgasms of her life from a lover-s tongue and hadn't been as turned on as she was at that moment. Fire licked its way across her skin, flicking at all of her sensitive spots until her entire body vibrated."Do I sleep in my suits? Do you really want to know?" he asked, his voice low with just enough dominating arrogance in it to make her shiver.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
Not Mr. Rasmussen. Call me Dom. I really think we should be on a first-name basis, since you know that I strip off my suit every night and get into bed wearing nothing at all.".
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
Everything is going to be okay, Princess Eloise," he whispered against her ear. "I promise."But it wouldn't. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings in the middle of a kidnapping.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive..."Going so soon?" he asked."The company isn't to my liking.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours."Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
So while the world thinks of you as a real-life Bruce Wayne with hundreds of millions in the bank and models draped across your arm, you’re really Batman, aligned with the Resistance, and you kidnapped me for your own good?”“Exactly,” he said.“Isn’t that what an assassin would say in such circumstances?” She batted her eyelashes.
— Avery Flynn, His Undercover Princess
Lucy woke with the munchies the night the kidnappers came for her.
— Pamela Burford, Snatched
She swore she'd never turn into her P.I. father...but that was before she ran over the body.
— Lida Sideris, Murder and Other Unnatural Disasters
We could sit around and talk if you'd like.""Okay." She crossed her arms and tried to look casual. "So what's up?"	"Considering what you're wearing beneath that sheet, and what we just heard in the hallway, you might want to rephrase that particular statement.
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
She wished now she'd brought that vibrator as a flashlight instead of leaving it on the couch.
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
His gaze drops to my mouth.When he looks into my eyes again,his voice is husky.„You were wrong,before.“Confused,I frown. „About what?“His jaw works.For the first time,there's aFlash of emotion in his eyes,something otherThan contempt.„About not doing anything to make me hate you.You've done plenty.
— J.T. Geissinger, Make Me Sin
Trent Takoda stared at the backside of the sexiest woman he'd ever met. A woman he'd spent months trying to find. To discover she was working for his brother was almost too much irony. He didn't know if he should laugh, cry, or get a drink. Maybe he'd do all three later.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Deception
Do you two know each other?" Jason asked.	She jerked her hand away, thankful Trent let go. "No."	"Yes," Trent said at the same time.	Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason take a few steps back. "Okay then. I'm going to catch up with Sharpe. When you two figure out whether you know each other or not, find me.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Deception
His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same thing three times over. "You have a troubling obsession with vigilante justice." She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure there are things you don't like about me."	"You're not naked, and you're not under me." His voice was thick with passion.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
Damn. A dead body. I hate it when that happens.
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS.	He grunted. "Just so you know, I hate spreadsheets with a hot, burning passion.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
If I call him back here," Cooper whispered in her ear, "will you crawl up my body again?
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
Welcome," the man said in utter contradiction to his urban street clothes. He eyed the vibrator in Cooper's hand but whatever his thoughts were on a guy wielding a vibrator, he kept to himself. "I'll get some candles.
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
No groom.
— No electricity.
A real friend would have given you a drink by now.""Looks like an old friend just did.
— Debbie K. Lum, Plebeian Revealed
She tied him a fly, using a pattern she’d designed, one that had given her untold luck with those silvery fish, those fighting steelhead. She was anxious for his return. “Does it have a name?” he said, when she gave it to him. “The Predator.” She smiled. A little embarrassed. His eyes turned dark, and her heart beat faster. His voice dipped low. “It’s a fine name.” He regarded her for several heavy, silent beats. She felt an atavistic pull, the hairs on her arms rising toward him, as if in electrical attraction. He leaned closer and her mouth turned dry. And he told her about the wild blueberries. Down by the bend in the river. She took the lure. She went in search of the berries. She never came home.
— Loreth Anne White, A Dark Lure
I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin....	She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.
— Dana Marton, Flash Fire
If you try to sleep on the floor I'll just get down there with you. Which will make you feel guilty and then you'll end up in the bed anyway. So just give in now and save yourself -- and me -- a headache.
— Katie Reus, Edge of Danger
Zander, you're getting me all wet and gooey," she squealed.He laughed again as he plopped her on the bed. "And I've just started.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
Why do I need clothes?" she said as she found the black lacy pair she'd been looking for. "Two words -- burnt eggs.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
When you get down on your knees in front of me it won’t be out of gratitude. It’ll be because you want to be there.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves
— Naima Simone, Killer Curves
He didn't want to take advantage of her? Fine, she'd take advantage of him.
— Katie Reus, Edge of Danger
If Gage finds out, he's going to have a cow-horns, balls, and all.
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble