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Chewing on his lip, he tried to make sense of this. There was something terribly wrong with the picture of her playing this CD. The music was hard for him to take, alright. But if there was one person in this world, that he would have sworn, would have an equally hard, if not harder time listening to that stuff, it was her.So, why on earth was she doing it? Why would she put that CD on? Tonight?
— Billy Wood-Smith, An Interrupted Love Story
He simply smiled at her with a soft, gentle expression in his eyes that warmed her all over, then he took her jacket from her and held it so she could slide her arms into the sleeves. His knuckles brushed against her bare shoulders, trailing prickles of heat in their wake. “You look really beautiful, Cass.
— Paula Altenburg, Her Secret, His Surprise
He set the helmet on the floor beside the door and slung his jacket over the back of one chair. He tilted his head sideways to look at her, one eyebrow raised. “I’m not going to ask why. I’m going to make assumptions.
— Paula Altenburg, Her Secret, His Surprise
Kezia could’ve guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men smell so good you just wanted to lick the nearest inch of available skin.
— Tracey Alvarez, Melting into You
The low E is at the top, the second string is A, then it's D, G, B, and the last one is high E." A mnemonic device he once heard came to mind and, plucking the strings, he said, "Eddie Ate Dynamite... Good Bye Eddie,.
— Rachel  Harris, Accidentally Married on Purpose
You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.
— Rachel  Harris, Accidentally Married on Purpose
No." I pulled away just enough to lock my eyes with his. His crooked smile sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were a deep blue darkening more as the minutes passing between us were getting hotter. "I will be the one using you, and you'll love every second, every breath, every stroke and every fucking inch of me," he said, his lips ghosting above mine.
— Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B?
Believe me, I knew you enjoyed it without voicing it that way. It was like your body screamed for me to take you."	All too true, but I didn't like it to be told aloud. I arched an eyebrow, something I couldn't do when sober. "I'm pretty sure if I put a hand on your crotch, you're sporting a boner. It works both ways.
— Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B?
You won't believe what I'm capable of, Phoenix.
— Melissa Cutler, Hot on the Hunt
Don't see me as a girl. See me as a buddy of yours or something."	He cast his eyes downward and didn't look back up to my face. I looked down and groaned. Such a guy. "My buddies don't have boobs, as far as I know."	"Because you felt them up to be sure?" I chuckled, against my better judgement. 	Once again, his mouth dropped open.
— Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B?
Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.
— Rachel  Harris, Accidentally Married on Purpose
What a good morning it was. Tyler stood before her, six-plus feet of denim-clad hotness. A woodsy scent wafted toward her, and she inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his cologne. The man was gorgeous, and he was hers for the next twenty-four hours.
— Rachel  Harris, Accidentally Married on Purpose
With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling...and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note."BRING ON THE ROADIE!
— Rachel  Harris, Accidentally Married on Purpose
Bryan, I know you’ve interviewed a lot of caregivers—”“Too many,” Bryan shot back.She inched her chin up a notch. “I’m not your typical caregiver. I’m different.”Bryan laughed with no humor. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before—okay, impress me, Delilah Walker. What exactly makes you different?
— Josephine Harwood, Empathy
She cleared her throat. “Bryan, I know you’ve interviewed a lot of caregivers—”“Too many,” Bryan shot back.She inched her chin up a notch. “I’m not your typical caregiver. I’m different.”Bryan laughed with no humor. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before—okay, impress me, Delilah Walker. What exactly makes you different?
— Josephine Harwood, Empathy
He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. "Girls dig bad boys."	"Unfortunately, that's true."	"Is there a message, Bridge?"	"In your dreams," I replied with a roll of my eyes, but it was all an act because there was a message there. I wanted him. I was screwed ― Uh, bad choice of words.
— Stephanie Witter, 2B or Not 2B?
Empathy was written from many male and female points of view because each character reacts differently to the emotional fallout from one binding circumstance
—  Annie Wright's stroke.
Excerpt from Winning Streak, Las Vegas Sinners Book 3, coming later this year:Tonight’s ensemble was typical Madden. Dark and faded but expensive jeans, a fitted, black Vegas is For Lovers t-shirt and some Doc Martin boots. Okay, those were a little unusual. “We’re not going for a hike in the desert, are we?”“Not exactly.”“What is ‘not exactly’? I’m not a pee-behind-a-tree kind of girl.
— Katie Kenyhercz
Eve was good, he conceded, adding the file he’d just finished to the growing stack on the floor at his feet. Given the proper education and training, she could be great. He stretched the kinks out of limbs stiffened from too much time spent in one position.Why didn’t she do more with her talent?He started to ask her, then realized she was sound asleep, curled up in the overstuffed chair. The sun no longer shone through the front window, and his stomach told him it was getting close to lunchtime, but she looked so adorable curled up with her hands under her cheek and her tanned knees against her chest that Matt was in no hurry to leave.
— Paula Altenburg, Desire by Design
I've seen how love makes people feel and I want to feel it's like fire burning or cold returning it's like a stranger talking to you or a lover loving you it's like emotional healing or with broken hearts dealing it's like you are running for absolutely nothing it's like living or dying laughing then crying it's like lover become hater destroyer then reconciliator it's like the future in your head your lover dies your future is now dead it's how love makes you feel overwhelming your senses breaking down your defences I have seen the paradox of love and I know it will be an impending tragedy for you and me
— R.M. Romarney, Contemporary Passion: I Nearly Loved Her Perfectly
When you love someone, you’re capable of more than you know.
— Faith Sullivan, Hold Me Tight
You must be very secure in your masculinity to parade around in those budgie smugglers.”“Oh, I’m very secure.” He see-sawed the towel over his back. “And I’m happy to show you the rear view of my budgie smugglers—oh wait—you already saw it when you were checking out my ass.
— Tracey Alvarez, In Too Deep
How? Give me permission, tell me it’s okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me, and f**k you until you can’t see straight.
— Dominique Eastwick, Strawberry Kisses
But this woman makes me want to do things I didn't think I was capable of. Her love for me makes me feel like I have no limitations, that I can do anything I set my mind to do because she believes in me with her whole heart.
— Faith Sullivan, Hold Me Tight
I've found the best treasure... You.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
I want to spend the rest of my days with you by my side. I'm on this earth to breathe your air. There's no one else I want to surrender to, fight for, be with. No one has ever made me feel the way you do." He paused. "You scare the shit out of me at the same time you make me feel invincible. You are the love of my life.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
When she loves, she loves with her whole heart, giving herself completely, holding nothing back.
— Faith Sullivan, Hold Me Tight
I think you could wear a paper bag and still look good.
— Robin Bielman, Worth the Risk
You’re like this frosting.” She swiped another swirl of it on her finger, stood and leaned forward to touch it to his bottom lip. “Pretty, momentarily pleasurable, but with no real substance or sustenance.
— Tracey Alvarez, Melting into You
His body felt so good that she didn't care if she ever came up for air. She wanted this kiss to last forever.
— Robin Bielman, Worth the Risk
Ryan allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sight of her legs, long and muscular and indicative of her previous life as a dancer.Off-limits nannies shouldn't be allowed to have legs like that. A man could only get through so many lonely nights before he started to dream of sleek limbs wrapping around him and never letting go.Thankfully for them both, she lifted those sleek limbs away from his grasp. Out of reach, out of mind.Or at least in theory, anyway.
— Tamara Morgan, If I Stay
Put McCall and I together and nothing can stop us." ...That's what he wanted. A woman to stand by him and conquer whatever they set their mind to.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
He took in the bubbles covering her and smiled. "I think that's enough.""Enough?""To get me clean." Taking one step forward, he slipped and slided up and down the length of her body.
— Robin Bielman, Worth the Risk
Wow," Clay said. "Never thought I'd see the day a woman walked away from you. And in the middle of a the desert." He cracked up and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. "I'm definitely tweeting this.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
But baby, you started this.” The hand on her hip tugged her closer, her inner thighs brushing against the smooth fabric pulled taut over his long legs.She tugged at the fingers on her hip, wriggling at the same time, desperate to escape. “And now I’m ending it.”“I’ll decide where it ends,” he said.
— Tracey Alvarez, In Too Deep
Ethan: “I’m not asking you to continue that night.”Karis: “Then what are you asking?”Ethan: “For a whole new night.
— Monique DeVere, Sexiest Eye Candy
Forget being turned on. This man, this kiss, encompassed everything she ever wanted.
— Robin Bielman, Worth the Risk
She scooted closer and put a hand on his leg again. He felt less like steel this time and more like a man who enjoyed the sensation of a feminine hand moving higher. "Are you taking advantage of me?"He drew in a ragged breath. "I'm trying really hard not to."She smiled and kept going, her hand squeezing as it continued its northward journey. She stopped just short of manhandling him. "Well, that makes one of us.
— Tamara Morgan, If I Stay
This kiss was better than any climb or bungee jump or zip line. Better than any other kiss. Damn him.
— Robin Bielman
He shackled her with his hands, the press of his mouth ceaseless in its demands. She couldn't move, couldn't see, could barely breathe. Giving herself over to the fact that this was actually happening, that she wasn't misreading every cue in her stupid life, she ran her hands over the planes of his chest and settled more firmly against him.
— Tamara Morgan, If I Stay
She wanted -- needed -- a McCall induced orgasm.And if he kept kissing her like she was the sexiest thing in the world, she might have one in the next half a minute.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
Then what’s this?” She raised her glass of expensive wine, used it to indicate their plush surroundings.His gaze followed her indication around the dim-lit, upmarket Italian restaurant. “Dinner in comfort.”“With a side order of persuasion?”“More like an offer I’m hoping you can’t refuse.
— Monique DeVere, Sexiest Eye Candy
Oh God, how she wanted more... She wanted to nibble and feast on much more than his mouth. And she wanted him to devour her. A craving to have his naked body atop her, under her, moving inside her, intensified, and it sent potent heat waves down her spine. If she could lock them in a time warp right now, she would...
— Robin Bielman, Worth the Risk
Focus. She’s Maddie. Your friend. Would you eyeball Keith or Dane’s butt like that? ~ Zach
— Monique DeVere, Zach's Rebound Girl
So you’ll cheat to win, huh?”“I’ll use any means necessary to win.”Her breasts ached at the smoky tone in his voice, like he’d reached out and rolled her nipples between his fingertips.
— Tracey Alvarez, In Too Deep
I don't bite, Lucy."She wanted him to. She wanted him to bite and suck and nibble and have his wicked way with her. She had a feeling he did things to a girl that made her body so turned on it took hours to turn off.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
Darlin', I do some of my best work on my ass.
— Robin Bielman, Worth the Risk
Then Ben’s mouth descended again and her thoughts, as fickle as tiny fish, swam out of her head. Gentle brushes of his lips turned into more insistent strokes of his mouth. Sexually frustrated widow or not, there was little doubt the man could kiss her into a melted puddle of goo.
— Tracey Alvarez, Melting into You
You two want to get a room?" Dean asked."We already have one," Lucy answered.
— Robin Bielman, Risky Surrender
The only one I want, the only one I'll ever want, is you.
— Faith Sullivan, Hold Me Tight
The deepest show of love is when you surrender your mind, body and soul to me to use as I please, trusting that when I take you to the brink of my self-control, I'll bring you back more whole than before.
— Scarlet Wolfe, One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy Set
Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it’s going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you
— Robin Bielman, Wild About Her Wingman
How can I expect to get anything done around here with you touching me like that?
— Faith Sullivan, Meant for Me
I just watched this documentary on the mating habits of whiptail lizards and trust me, if those things can make it happen, you can too, my friend.
— Robin Bielman, Wild About Her Wingman
I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather
...because I'm even more determined to bring that light back to his eyes. And I know my love is strong enough to do it.
— Faith Sullivan, Hold Me Tight
I’d start by laying her down on my bed and undressing her. Slowly. Carefully. So she wiggled and stretched and soft pants escaped her lips. My hands would be all over her. My mouth, too. When she wore nothing but the blue scrap of lace between her legs, I’d take her wrists and cuff her hands to my bedpost.
— Robin Bielman, Wild About Her Wingman
Thanks so much," Daisy said as graciously as she could to the gift of edible underwear from her fiancé's grandmother. She was pretty sure this wasn't covered in any of the bridal etiquette guides.
— Kylie Gilmore, Daisy Does It All
Now why do I feel like Little Red Riding Hood?" Daisy asked.Trav flashed a toothy smile and lunged for her neck. She squealed and squirmed, but he held on and chomped gently down her neck.She smacked his arm because she liked that a little too much. "Back off, Big Bad Wolf.
— Kylie Gilmore, Daisy Does It All
AVAGod you are a delightyou have delivered what I likeheaven delivers a gift with lipsheaven delivers a gift with hipsGod you delivered what I likeoh God you are in the spotlight
— R.M. Romarney, Contemporary Passion: I Nearly Loved Her Perfectly
He held his hand out, palm up, watching her with soft, penetrating eyes, deep, dark eyes that called to her the longer she stared at them. “How ’bout you give me the benefit of the doubt every once in a while, hmm? I’d like a chance to prove I’m not that stupid kid anymore.
— J.M. Stewart, The Playboy's Baby
Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.
— Jennifer Shirk, Fiance by Fate
Who needed Prozac when a girl could get Pillsbury without a prescription?" ~Allie Shelby, Personal Assets
— Kelsey Browning, Personal Assets
I'd rather have weeks, days, hours with you happy and content than a lifetime filled with regret.
— Faith Sullivan, Hold Me Tight
Trav smiled his sweetest, most charming smile. "Of course I'll play your husband on TV."Daisy blew out a breath of relief. "Great! Thank you. I knew you'd understand."She reached for the ignition to shut off the car. He placed his hand on hers. They weren't done quite yet."As long as you play my wife in real life.
— Kylie Gilmore, Daisy Does It All
Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here.Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to go back out and throw myself into a snowbank just to cool off
— Avery Flynn, Betting the Billionaire
She hadn’t come for any of that. She came for him. Twenty feet in front of her, leaning back against the waist-high bar, stood the man she’d spent all day tracking down—the infamous Dillon James. The man who would soon have the power to take away everything she held dear.
— J.M. Stewart, The Playboy's Baby
ZOEgiven some liberty from heaven Godyoung and a rebelIs this why you chose meup against it allI wonder what's in storefor this rebel you say I reveal?but I don't think I have that rebel appealbut I am radical in a heavenlysort of wayand all the other angels do look up to mebut only every other dayand you still love me Godwith delightyou often sayyou once said"when you growthen you will knowas the rebel in you will show"this rebel you say I will revealI don't think I have that rebel appealbut I am radical in a moral religious purity waybut all the other angels did saythat I really should read that Biblebefore I praymy morals do seem to swaysent to this world of giveawaythis world of moral decayget these sinners back on sidefixated on my holy ridethis rebel you say I revealI don't think I have that rebel appealI know this rebel you want to seebut this rebel I don't think it is in merevolutionistrevolutionaryrebelliousrebelliouslyrebelI don't think I ambut I do like to sell God's plan
— R.M. Romarney, Contemporary Passion: I Nearly Loved Her Perfectly
I promise I don’t bite.” He winked at her.That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his thighs, her luscious mouth inches from his. The heat of her palms singed his skin even through his jeans. Her warm breaths puffed against his lips as she stared him dead in the eye. “What if I do?
— J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever
Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.He kissed her.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather
What are you wearing?" "Coveralls. Shit-kickers. Long, latex gloves." He blinked. "can't wait to see you take them off.
— Roxanne Snopek
How old are you?”“Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.
— J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather
Unable to help himself, he offered her a smile and stared into those eyes as he tapped his mouth. “I think you missed.
— J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever
Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?”He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years.“A kiss.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn’t want to take them back. “One kiss after you come back and see she’s all right.
— J.M. Stewart, The Playboy's Baby
...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.
— Avery Flynn, Betting the Billionaire
Gotta love it when a plan comes together...
— Avery Flynn, Betting the Billionaire
LEELANDfor all my sinsI have forbidden wings
— R.M. Romarney, Contemporary Passion: I Nearly Loved Her Perfectly
Peyton, I’m not married and you’re not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.
— Robyn Carr, The Promise
My heart sped up at the change in him. It was rare that I saw the hard-faced version of Preston standing in front on me. I was used to funny, pain-in-the-ass Preston. Easy-going Preston. The Preston who cuddled me when I needed it and held my hair back when I was throwing up, but before me was I’m-not-taking-this-shit Preston. Oh fuck!” ~ Ella, A Perfect Moment
— Becca Lee, A Perfect Moment
Life Lessons According to Camryn:One must handle stress like a dog; if you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away
— Kelly Moran, The Dysfunctional Test
I turn my head so that he doesn't see my smile and secretly curse him for making me feel special.
— Kasie West, The Distance Between Us
You are mine, November. Until the day you leave this earth, you are mine.
— Aurora Rose Reynolds, Until November
This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.
— Collette West, Night Games
His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.
— Collette West, Night Games
So go love someone that wants to love you back. Whoever that lad is will be one lucky person.
— Alisa Mullen, Unchosen
How had she ever thought sleeping with him would be a stress reliever, when he was the biggest producer of her stress?
— Susan Meier, Her Summer with the Marine
This kiss was different from the first one under the olive tree. That one had been unplanned, she was pretty sure. This kiss had intention and hunger branded all over it. It was like one of those kisses you read about in fairy tales—but Alana had never imagined that such a kiss could cause bone-trembling shivers as well as bliss. She’d never considered the downside of the awakening kiss, of how the princess felt when the hero tore through the thorns or scaled the tower and speared heat and sex and life-changing energy into the princess’s world.
— Pamela Aares, Fielder's Choice
He’s letting me see the real him, something he doesn’t allow a lot of people to see.
— Collette West, Night Games
My heart starts to pound as he gets closer and closer to the stands, never taking his eyes off me.
— Collette West, Night Games
I want you to say it, so I know you'll never forget. I want to hear you say my name.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
You need time, and I respect that. But make no mistake about it, I intend to make you mine again. I’m fully aware this won’t be easy. I gave up on us once; it won’t happen again.
— Joy Avery, Smoke in the Citi
Happier than a bird with a french fry.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
You're too young to be so old.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this.
— Collette West, Night Games
Arms still crossed, Lindsay's clogs tapped on the sidewalk. “So Sam didn’t tell you I was a desperate orphan child with no life outside of work? This isn’t some kind of intervention, some kind of lame attempt to cheer me up?” 	He grinned.“Why would she do that?”	“Because that’s how it sounded.” 	Nudging her shoulder, he grinning down at her. “You don’t look desperate, Dr. Lindsay, not by a long shot." 	“That’s because you don’t know me.” Lindsay bit her lower lip, arms still crossed, clogs still tap-tap-tapping. Her chest heaved. “My parent’s died in a car accident almost two years ago. It’s a difficult thing to get over. I’m still not exactly right. I guess she worries about me.” 	Ty sucked in his breath, thinking fast. “I’m really sorry about your parents, Linds.” 	As he put an arm around her shoulder, she broke into a self-conscious smile and shook her head. “Spend any time with me at all and you’ll find that Sam’s right. I’m a desperate orphan child, completely paranoid and irrepressibly horny.” 	 “Whoa!” She looked so cute, but vulnerable, too. He closed the arm around her shoulder, squeezing her sideways to his chest. Embarrassed, she smiled as she elbowed his rib. Then she dropped her arms and stayed put, tucked close against him. It felt right, having her there.
— Lilly Christine, Right Kinda Bull
I’m frozen in place as his eyes rake over me.
— Collette West, Night Games
It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
He waited for Stephanie at the foot of the stairs and when she made her way down he lost his breath. To him she was the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what she wore, with make up or without. But the way she looked when she walked towards him, he was at a loss for words; he couldn’t even remember his own fucking name.
— Celeste Carrara, Intimate Desires
Arms still crossed, Lindsay's clogs tapped on the sidewalk. “So Sam didn’t tell you I was a desperate orphan child with no life outside of work? This isn’t some kind of intervention, some lame attempt to cheer me up?” 	He grinned.“Why would she do that?”	“Because that’s how it sounded.” 	Nudging her shoulder, he grinning down at her. “You don’t look desperate, Dr. Lindsay, not by a long shot. 	“That’s because you don’t know me.” Lindsay bit her lower lip, arms still crossed, clogs still tap-tap-tapping. Her chest heaved. “My parent’s died in a car accident almost two years ago. It’s a difficult thing to get over. I’m still not exactly right. I guess she worries about me.” 	Ty sucked in his breath, thinking fast. “I’m really sorry about your parents, Linds.” 	As he put an arm around her shoulder, she broke into a self-conscious smile, and shook her head. “Spend any time with me at all and you’ll find that Sam’s right. I’m a desperate orphan child, completely paranoid and irrepressibly horny.” 	 “Whoa!” She looked so cute, but vulnerable, too, against him. He closed the arm around her shoulder, squeezing her sideways to his chest. Embarrassed, she smiled as she elbowed his rib. Then she dropped her arms and stayed put, tucked close against him. It felt right, having her there.
— Lilly Christine
Whatever it was that came over him that night pulled a cord—her laugh, or her surprise gasp slipping out to think he’d do something so bold.
— Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, Cowboy Boss and his Destiny
Oh, Troy? He’s no one. He wanted something more from me than I could give.”“Friends with benefits?” Laurie asked, blushing as he said it.“More like frenemies with benefits.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
We're all princes and princesses, at 5, 50, or 100! It's never too late, we're never too old to rock the world and contribute! Reaching for intimacy in all relationships? Delicious.
— Pamela Taeuffer
Never heard you talk about a man this way. Usually you rattle off their attributes like you're fixing to fricassee the poor sons of bitches. God help the poor bastard you ever fall in love with.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
You're not a nuthatch, Laurie.""Oh, but I am. I'm totally upside down. I'm a very backward kind of guy.
— Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird
Lots of men would love to--“ Fuck you silly. The words just popped into his mind. Jesus. Where had that come from?
— Joan Kilby, Mad About You
Her brain said, he’s like a brother to you. Her body rejected that notion absolutely. Her heart was confused as hell.
— Joan Kilby, Mad About You
The day had come when he needed Cassy, and Cassy alone. No one, and nothing else, would satisfy him.
— Joan Kilby, Mad About You
You can't figure out why I'm mad? How about because I had my tongue between your legs two days ago, or the fact we both almost overdosed on orgasms, or maybe it's because I got a fucking hard on the minute you walked in that conference room door? Take your pick... there are a variety of reasons why I'm mad.
— Sawyer Bennett, Objection
And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.”“Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. “Offer to buy me dinner first, then I’m all yours.
— Ophelia London, Falling for Her Soldier
I love you, Skye. You’re in my heart, in my head, under my skin. You’re my present and my future.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.“Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.
— Ophelia London, Falling for Her Soldier
Bitch, please,” Brady pursed his lips like a duck. “You know I’ll be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin and my tight little ass.
— Isobel Irons, Wake for Me
Love doesn’t conquer all
—  it’s a powerful tool to overcome everything because it means you’re not alone.
Maybe Duke was just the kind of person you don’t keep in your life, but the kind of person that changes your life forever.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
I hate studying and I hate partying. But I'm okay with motocross. And muscles.Motocross and Muscles. Now that should be a Lifetime movie.
— Cheyanne Young, Motocross Me
Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. Gran wearing leather chaps in a Harley shop, talking about her ass. It was a living nightmare."What am I doing here?" he asked Gran. Before he could read her the riot act on safety, Liz stepped in front of him. Her pink shirt was buttoned all the way to the top and tucked into ironed white pants. Her hair was straight and perfect. He had the strangest urge to muss her up.
— Kylie Gilmore, The Opposite of Wild
If you were mine, I’d make love to you every chance I got, so whenever we were apart, you’d still feel me inside you.
— Shelly Bell, Tornado Allie
I’ll touch you. Lick you. Fuck you. When I want. Where I want. And you can’t do a thing to stop me except use your safe word.
— Shelly Bell, Tornado Allie
She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.
— Ophelia London, Falling for Her Soldier
He caught her staring and waggled his eyebrows. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she worked to recover. “The minivan suits you. I think you should get one.”“Sweetheart, I already have to beat the ladies off me with a stick. If I get one of these bad boys, I might cause a riot.”“Do you ever stop?”“I can go all. Night. Long.
— Cindi Madsen, Resisting the Hero
My body is on fire, aching and clawing at me to set it free. It wants to come out to play alright. It wants recess with Ian. He’s everything I’m not, and I love it.
— Scarlet Wolfe, I'm Holding On
I don't ever forget things when it comes to you, Rebecca.” A dark emotion flashed in his eyes. “I can't make up for the years I didn't show, nor will I try because you can never make up for lost time, but you have to know how important you are to me.” -Hunter Beckman
— Nikki Lynn Barrett, A Masterpiece of Our Love
Liz pasted on a smile, trying to appear normal in light of the fact that he had possibly incriminating knowledge on her from the background check. She hoped her application for a marriage license with Craig wasn't in the report. Or her long shopping record for organization systems from The Container Store. Or her many Internet searches for breeds of nonshedding dogs (she was waiting for the house with a yard before getting one). Or her long-time obsession with new cleaning products.
— Kylie Gilmore, The Opposite of Wild
I've already seen what you've got," Liz said, completely out of patience. "Now gimme my wine.""It's not that. I want to show you something at my place."Do I have Idiot stamped on my forehead? They both knew what would happen if they were alone at his place.She leaped to grab the wine and some sloshed out on her head. "Ah!"He bit back a smile. "You shouldn't have done that.
— Kylie Gilmore, The Opposite of Wild
This is me. Despite our long separation, I know you. You may pretend to be fine, but I don't buy it." He stopped her from moving by putting his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her closer to him. She didn't resist that much this time. He slid his arms around her and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around him as well. "I miss you," he whispered in her hair, dropping a light kiss there. She smelled so good. Her scent reminded him of all the things he missed about her. How had he ever been so stupid to let her go?
— Nikki Lynn Barrett, On The 12th Date of Christmas
Do you feel that, Brynlee? I should be in top physical shape from the cardio my heart gets. This is what has happened every time I’ve been around you for over two years, and baby, now that I’ve kissed these lips …
— Scarlet Wolfe, I'm Holding On
So completely stunned by the force of that smile, Sam found himself helpless to do anything but watch as she quickly closed the gap between them. Her hands reached up to grasp his chin, and he bent down to her, not really knowing why he did it. It was like gravity, so natural that the compulsion was inescapable. Her heels helped.When she kissed him, every nerve ending in his body exploded into his awareness. No girl had ever kissed him like that. Hell, no girl had ever kissed any guy like that, at least not that Sam had heard.
— Isobel Irons, Wake for Me
His jaw was clenched. His breathing became labored, like he was carrying something heavy. She watched the muscles in his throat working, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, hard.Victory.At that moment, she knew he wouldn’t try to stop her. She stepped forward, raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Softly. Then she pulled back, challenge unspoken.Come on, Sam. Fight for me.
— Isobel Irons, Wake for Me
He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms. He's holding a twenty-dollar bill. He's muscular. And he's holding a twenty--wait, I already said that.
— Cheyanne Young, Motocross Me
So,” he said, as he continued to pull on her arm, bringing her closer. “Do you accept my apology?”Viola opened her mouth to say not yet,’ because she couldn’t afford to give up the power she currently held over him.That was when he kissed her.
— Isobel Irons, Wake for Me
Dasher was able-bodied; that was part of the problem. His body was able to make hers do crazy things under his scrutiny, touch, scent.
— Joy Avery, Smoke in the Citi
You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, Crashing Back Down
Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, Crashing Back Down
I wasn't trying to make you jealous. But if jealousy does this to you, I might need to consider it.” He gripped my sides firmly, letting his lips gently dance over mine, “Mags, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, Crashing Back Down
Hi Maggie, it's nice to see you again,' he said, smiling so sweetly I thought I might need insulin.
— Molly Harper, How to Flirt with a Naked Werewolf
I’m either with you forever, or I’m not. I’m not into games or fucking around. I’ve had enough experience to know what to hold onto when I get it.
— Rebecca Berto, Entwine
There are twenty-five thousand, six hundred and twelve things you don't know about me. I'll tell you one each day.""That means it will take you seventy-plus years to know everything about me. When I turn one hundred, that will be the last one. Though I expect by then you'll know the very first and very last thing you need to know about me, the only one that matters." ~ Jon Forte
— Joey W. Hill, Afterlife
I'm a five-hundred-year-old born vampire with an ever-expanding wardrobe, a serious cosmetics addiction, and enough outstanding Visa charges to fund a small third-world country.
— Kimberly Raye, Dead and Dateless
Let me put it this way. You, my beautiful girl, have the power to really hurt me, with how I feel about you. Far more than anyone else ever has or ever could. I don’t know if you realize that.
— Heather Hall, Love in the City
I know what it’s like to be different. I’m a Native American in a white world.
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
You think I ever expected to find a woman with so many of the things I wanted in a relationship? Your sexual nature, your spiritual outlook, your beauty, inside and out. And some things I didn't even realize I wanted until I started taking your class. Every week was the opportunity to learn something new about you, to see if it fit the mold. But most weeks what I learned broke it, and created an even better one.""Your going to take my breath away.""That's all right. You can have mine." ~Jon Forte to Rachael Madison
— Joey W. Hill, Afterlife
Snuggle up with a hot fireman! Meet Tanner West.Sharon looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Eyes like dark chocolate, deep and warm, stared out at her from a face that looked like it could have been chiseled in stone. Skin the color of burnished copper, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, and a cleft chin. How the hell had she failed to notice him before? Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her gaze down the rest of his body. He was tall, well over six feet, she would guess, with broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His thighs, encased in worn denim, fit like a second skin against legs the size of tree trunks, and oh my, what lay between those thighs… Her attention snapped back to his face and she could feel the heat of a blush suffuse her skin.
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
Let’s just say Noah and Flynn enjoy the chase, and when they catch their woman, they keep her tied so she stays caught when they play.
— Fiona Archer, Chloe's Double Draw
Death abides by no one's rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream, drawing blood with every step.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Faded Perfection
Damn, she better get her imagination under control or she was going to be in trouble. She stole another glance in his direction, her eyes locked onto the bulge in his lap. Well lookie there. Maybe I’m not the only one having carnal thoughts
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
I should have trusted you…the woman I fell in love with.
— Heather Hall, Love in the City
I held it together for the rest of the drive home but as soon as Kelsey dropped me off I flopped face down on the couch and sobbed like a reality TV star on confessional day.
— Molly Harper, My Bluegrass Baby
Boy oh boy, this man is trouble. He was slowly tearing down the wall she’d built around her heart, brick by brick. Could any man be this perfect? He must have some faults. Maybe he is a chauvinist pig…no, doesn’t seem like it. He is kind to animals and children, he is a fireman, he looks like sex on a stick. What could be wrong with him? Maybe he snores. Oh, wouldn’t I like to find out?
— Tamara Hoffa
He was always 'checking in' to see if I needed any help with my campaign, which on the surface seemed nice enough, but it was done in a condescending tone that made me want to staple his lip to his tie.
— Molly Harper, My Bluegrass Baby
You're the only one I've ever been able to open up to like this. See, there you go. Another sign. And damn it, I don't believe in signs like this, but they all point to you. I wish I'd opened up a lot more to you in the past, but I never wanted to bombard you with my crazy life. So I always focused on you.” He sank to his knees before her. “I want to give you everything. I want you to know me, all of me. So know that I'll try. It's weird to bare my deepest thoughts to anyone, but I'm ready to with you.
— Nikki Lynn Barrett, A Masterpiece of Our Love
If one is going to spend her afternoon singing hymns to the great porcelain goddess, she might as well do it in a really plush ladies room. Stupid fear of public speaking.
— Molly Harper, My Bluegrass Baby
The hand at her back stroked up and down. Never straying too far south, but igniting a fire inside her that she wanted this fireman to stoke instead of extinguish
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
Lea was on the floor of a stall hugging a toilet. When she heard the door close, she lifted her head and gave me a half smile of embarrassment.'Gracie, I've been chemically inconvenienced and I don't think I can ever leave this toilet. Take a picture of this so I'll never do it again.
— christine zoldenz
She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God’s gift to her, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
Sharon looked at Aaron and smiled. She’d made the right decision, hadn’t she? Would she come to regret this decision too? She’d made so many mistakes in the past. Was this another one? No, self-doubt isn’t an option. Everything is going to work out here. It has to.
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
Until you lose our bet I agree to those terms. But when you do lose, I’d suggest you embrace your inner whore.
— Cara Faith Donvovan, Whore
Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.
— Heather Hall, Love in the City
She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn’t going to go down that road.
— Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love
Why do you even want to be involved with me?" she asked. "I'm a complete mess. I don't have my head on straight. I'm a master at fucking up everything that's good in my life.""But you're my mess." Cole said quietly. "I don't need you to be perfect. I just need you to be you because that's who I care about.
— Maya Banks, Shades of Gray
It's hard to have a serious conversation with you when you're wearin' lighted cocks on your 
— Lorelei James, Cowgirl Up and Ride
Tell me you like it, Olivia. Say the words. Tell me I'm the only one who can set your body on fire like this.
— T.K. Leigh, A Beautiful Mess
Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be here if I planned on protecting you from me.
— Lisa Renee Jones, Revealing Us
With you and me, I don't know what anything means. We're pushing each other away and yet I don't seem to be able to let you go.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
You've ruined me, baby. I'm yours...you've got me under your spell.
— Jessica Ingro, Love Square
It was everything I hoped it would be. I want you to know I would have waited another sixteen years to be able to feel that with you again.
— Jessica Ingro, Love Square
I want him and even if it's frightening, even if I may not be completely ready for a relationship, I want him. Now... And tomorrow, and all the following days.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
Suddenly, he had to ask himself, was love at first sight actually possible
— Bella Andre, Kissing Under the Mistletoe
We reach the trailer and Shane digs through the pockets of the cargo pants slung over his arm until he finds the key. He pushes open the door and waits for me to pass through. Maybe later I’ll tell myself I should have thought long and hard about what I was going to do, that I should have counted to ten and waited until I regained my sanity before stepping over the threshold, evaluated the pros and cons like a thoughtful, rational adult. But I do no such thing. Shane’s eyes are on mine as I step out of my wet sneakers, drop my damp clothes in a ball on the porch, and walk inside. He follows right behind me, and even through my wet shirt I can feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. The man is a furnace. Every warning about playing with fire zings through my mind, but I dismiss them. I want this. I’m not playing games, and neither is Shane as he grips my shoulders and turns us so my back is to the door and he’s pressed up against me. He lowers his head so our eyes are inches apart and looks at me more closely and thoughtfully than anyone ever has. He’s checking to make sure I’m okay, that my expectations are in line with what today is about. And they are. Just once, we agreed. And that will be enough.
— Julianna Keyes, Just Once
She’s right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can’t help but think she’s exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I’d really earned it.
— Lisa Renee Jones, The Master Undone
My head drops back and I have a fleeting out-of-body moment where I see myself in the window, my hands tied above my head with my legs wrapped around the neck of Chris Merit, while he does delicious things to my body.
— Lisa Renee Jones, Revealing Us
What are you thinking?” I ask.“That I wish this was my home, too.” I have nothing to say to this, so I kiss him instead.
— Anna Bloom, The Art of Letting Go
She consumes me with her eyes, her fiery touch, and the ways in which she loves me.
— T.H. Snyder, Touched by You
He's the boy who smokes Marlboro cigarettes and I'm the girl who makes theater puppets. Dreams and ashes—two things in the universe that should never meet because they are opposites, right?
— Rae Hachton, The Summer of Me & You
I held a precious, beautiful butterfly in my hands but let it get away.
— Jessica Ingro, His Ever After
I'm gonna take you right here on this table, Scar, so every time you're sitting here working, all you'll be able to think about is coming apart on my mouth.
— Lola Stark, Tattered Love
Chloe helps to calm me. She makes me feel like nothing in this world exist other than the two of us. I love her more than anything and one day she’ll be all mine.
— T.H. Snyder, Touched by You
It's fine, but don't ask me to strip again or I'm going to wonder what your intentions really are.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
He’s wearing black boxer briefs that strain against his hips, and again I wonder why I never found men with muscles that sexy before. I mean, this man is pure physical perfection, and if he didn’t hate me so much, he’d be ideal.
— Julianna Keyes, Just Once
A rush of sensation pulsed through her, lingering long after his touch. The towel quickly fell free. He caught it before it slipped to the ground and slung it over his shoulder. “Consider this your first time,” he said, his tone low and sultry.Good Lord... Paige could hardly blink. If this was any indication of the doc’s bedside manner, she could only hope for long-term, intensive treatment.
— Tracy March, Tempted in the Tropics
I see we have a problem.’ Lucas gripped her other arm and gave her a non-too-gentle shake. ‘Are you in a relationship? or...’ Those dark eyes searching hers narrowed into slits. ‘Are you married?
— C.C. MacKenzie, A Stormy Spring