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He leaned in and kissed her. The world didn’t stop dead on its axis. Nothing fell from the sky. It was a gentle meeting of flesh, not a melding of souls. Yet the taste of her lips was everything he remembered, and more. Without moving a muscle—without batting an eyelash—she managed to take ten years of simmering frustration and dissolve them as if they were nothing more than a spoonful of sugar in a pot of hot water.He straightened. A series of expressions tripped across her face in rapid succession. He caught shellshock, bemusement, and then a faint trace of…sadness.Definitely not one-sided. But not what he’d been looking for, either.
— Paula Altenburg, Her Secret Love
The open zipper at the bottom revealed two important details: her ass was as luscious as he had imagined, and she wasn't wearing any panties. His palms started to sweat. How was he supposed to fasten her dress when all he wanted to do was tear it off?
— Stacey O'Neale, Under His Skin
She stared at him. Her head tipped to the side and she narrowed her eyes. “That’s the best you can come up with? What kind of platitude is that?” “Give me a second. I can do better.” He lifted her hand, then reached for her other one. He pulled her close so they stood toe to toe. She shivered a little. He didn’t think it had much to do with the cold. Her arms were bare, but the evening was warm. “Everything happens for a reason. God works in mysterious ways. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”“You suck at this.” But she was smiling. She was so achingly beautiful. He slid his hands up her arms to her elbows so they were closer still. And then she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he forgot how to breathe. He stood in the shadows, holding her in his arms, wanting to do the right thing and afraid he’d screw it all up. Her hands nestled the small of his back, thumbs hooked through his belt. Her lips brushed against the sensitive base of his throat. Awareness burned through every single spot her body came in contact with his. This was Danni, all grown up. He wanted one little taste. Just a bit.So he kissed her. And, without a second’s hesitation, she kissed him back. The world around them rocked back on its heels.Then some small noise interrupted—the sound of footsteps, passing too close. He lifted his head, not wanting any intrusion, and the moment ended as fast as it had begun.
— Paula Altenburg, I'll Love You Forever
If I stay, it’s going to be in your bed.” 	Her pounding heart relaxed, the fear that he’d reject her floating away like tiny grains of sand in the wind. “I know.”	“And we’re not going to sleep.”	“I’m good with that, too.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
Speaking of body decorations, I luuhhhvv your belly piercing!” Heeb said, looking at the gold ring in the center of her slim, tan waist. Despite the artic cold, Angelina had opted for a skin tight, black tube top that ended just above her belly, on the assumption that a warm cab, a winter coat, and a short wait to get into the club was an adequate frosty weather strategy. Heeb was still reverently staring at her belly when Angelina finally caught her breath from laughing.“Do you really like it? You’re just saying that so that you can check out my belly!”“And what’s so bad about that? I mean, didn’t you get that belly piercing so that people would check out your belly?”“No. I just thought it would look cool…Do you have any piercings?”“Actually, I do,” Heeb replied.“Where?”“My appendix.”“Huh?”“I wanted to be the first guy with a pierced organ. And the appendix is a totally useless organ anyway, so I figured why the hell not?”“That’s pretty original,” she replied, amused.“Oh yeah. I’ve outdone every piercing fanatic out there. The only problem is when I have to go through metal detectors at the airport.”Angelina burst into laughs again, and then managed to say, “Don’t you have to take it out occasionally for a cleaning?”“Nah. I figure I’ll just get it removed when my appendix bursts. It’ll be a two for one operation, if you know what I mean.
— Zack Love, Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC
Want to know a secret?""Yeah!" His smile grew big and broad."I don't know how to saddle a horse either. And I've never even ridden on one before." His eyes grew wide as the moon. "Jase!" he bellowed, spinning toward his brother."She's never ridden a horse before!" Well, there went my secret.
— J. Lynn, Be with Me
I trust you.""Good." There was a flash of a quick smile and then he was out of the Jeep.  I tracked him with my eyes, feeling a little dizzy. It was the truth. I did trust him and that was a big deal for me. I really hadn't trusted any guy since Jeremy, anyone except my brother. But I had trusted Jase from the moment I had met him.
— J. Lynn, Be with Me
There’s no more perfect way to fall asleep than having my arms wrapped around her while I breathe in her peaches and cream scent that is mixed with the scent of us and sweat.
— Rein Scott, Reborn
Spread, Foxy. Show me that sweet spot.
— Sherilee Gray, Revved
You ready for this? You ready for what I’m gonna do to you?
— Sherilee Gray, Revved
Christ, you have a body made for sin.
— Sherilee Gray, Revved
You been taking care of yourself a long time, Foxy. You must be fucking hungry for it. I bet you’re drenched right now.
— Sherilee Gray, Revved
There’s no more perfect way to fall asleep then having my arms wrapped around her while I breathe in her peaches and cream scent that is mixed with the scent of us and sweat.
— Rein Scott, Reborn
Foxy, you made me blow a load in my jeans.
— Sherilee Gray, Revved
Now give me some advice about how to take full advantage of this city. I’m always looking to improve my odds.”“Just what I’d expect from a horny actuary.”“I’m serious.”Carlos reflected for a moment on the problem at hand. He actually had never needed or tried to take full advantage of the city in order to meet women, but he thought about all of his friends who regularly did. His face lit up as he thought of some helpful advice: “Get into the arts.”“The arts?”“Yeah.”“But I’m not artistic.”“It doesn’t matter. Many women are into the arts. Theater. Painting. Dance. They love that stuff.”“You want me to get into dance? Earthquakes have better rhythm than me…And can you really picture me in those tights?”“Take an art history class. Learn photography. Get involved in a play or an independent film production. Get artsy, Sammy. I’m telling you, the senoritas dig that stuff.”“Really?”“Yeah. You need to sign up for a bunch of artistic activities. But you can’t let on that it’s all just a pretext to meet women. You have to take a real interest in the subject or they’ll quickly sniff out your game.”“I don’t know…It’s all so foreign to me…I don’t know the first thing about being artistic.”“Heeb, this is the time to expand your horizons. And you’re in the perfect city to do it. New York is all about reinventing yourself. Get out of your comfort zones. Become more of a Renaissance man. That’s much more interesting to women.
— Zack Love, Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC
We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she speaks. “You’re right. There’s more to it.” I’m not sure if I should wait and let her speak, or if she’s waiting for an acknowledgement. I slowly turn my head toward her and settle my eyes on hers. “I went through a rough time a few years ago. I wasn’t sure things would get better for me. One day, Rick and Jo were able to knock some sense into me. When a Phoenix dies, it rises from its ashes to have a new life.” Her eyes leave mine as she rolls to her back and stares at the stars. “The tattoo reminds me of that. One chapter of my life may end, but that doesn’t mean a new chapter won’t come from the ashes. It probably sounds silly to you.
— Rein Scott, Reborn
But in case you can’t find her let me draw you a map with some crayons, you go past leave us the fuck alone, and turn right at fuck off, and oh look you're in slut country.
— J.L. Beck
Sex does a body good."...	"I suggest a daily dose then.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
I'll never look at cake the same way again," he whispered in her ear.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
Roses are read, violets are blue; I'm using my hand, but I'm thinking of you.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
I looked to the sitting room then and gaped at Alec's body lying across my sofa making it look smaller than it was. He was reading something.A book."What are you readin'?" I curiously asked."That porn book we were talking about earlier at my house. This dude is my God! He just fucked this Ana chick while she was on her period.""Stop it!" I screeched. "Stop readin' and put the bloody book down!"He was reading Fifty Shades of Grey.I was both horrified and mortified.Alec got up from the sofa, placed the book on the coffee table and turned in my direction."Why are you blushing?"Him noticing my embarrassment only caused my already red cheeks to heat up even more."Oh damn, your cheeks are so flushed," Alec said and took a step towards me.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
I like my money, and if you mess with it, I fuck with you."I raised my eyebrow. "You want to fuck with Alec?""What? No, that's not what I meant.""But you said you-""I know what I said you smartass,
— L.A. Casey, Alec
Tell me you're bare underneath the dress."	She gulped. "I'm bare underneath this dress."	Gently dropping her arms back to her sides, he slid his finger down the center of her chest. Tingles shot out from the tips of her breasts and gathered at the base of her spine, between her legs. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you," he said, his voice husky.Never had she imagined doing something as reckless as sleeping with a guy for one night. But this wasn't any guy. And it wasn't just about her getting off--God, how she needed to do that. It was about closure. Saying goodbye on her terms. It might be a bad idea, but it was the best bad idea she'd ever had.	She dropped the panties and put her hands on his chest.	"I want you.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
Gripping her hips in his hands, he thrust into her, and her eyes closed, her head tilting to the side as he pumped in and out of her, wondering how a quickie in the back of a limo could be the hottest sex he’d had in a long time. It’s her. It’s always been her.
— Codi Gary, Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars
I felt Alec's glare so I turned to look at him and smiled when I found him all but drilling holes into me with his eyes."If looks could kill, I'd be dead," I joked."My pretty eyes won't harm you, don't worry."Conceited much?"Did you just call your own eyes pretty?"Alec devilishly grinned then and it made me slightly uneasy."No, you said I have pretty eyes."Was he high?"Are you in your right mind? I have never said you have pretty eyes-""Yes, you have. Right before you fell asleep. You said I have pretty eyes."I felt my face heat up.It was the shite he gave me to knock me out that said that, not me!"Did I say anythin' else?" I murmured.Alec leaned in close to me and whispered is a slow, seductive voice, "You said you like my voice, my abs, and my ass."I audibly gasped. "I did not!"Alec snickered. "You did."I was mortified, absolutely mortified!"I hate you right now.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
Kissing Travis was like licking raw cookie dough off the spoon; it might be bad for her, but it was too delicious to care.
— Codi Gary, Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars
I do what the voices in my underwear tell me to do."Wait, what?"You mean the voices in your head?"Alec smirked. "Yeah, the voices in my head."I furrowed my eyebrows together and stared at him.Why was he smirking at me?He was confusing me.Wait.Voices in his underwear.In his head.The head in his underwear.I gasped. "You dirty bastard!
— L.A. Casey, Alec
Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Jordan curled her hands around the lapel of his jacket and tugged him closer. In her heels, she was almost his height, and when she pressed her body against his, her mouth was a scant inch away. Jordan flicked her tongue over his lower lip and whispered. "It might even border on obsession.
— Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
Ow!" Aideen suddenly hollered which earned a bark from my bedroom."Go back asleep you fat shite!" Aideen shouted when I swiped the antiseptic wipe over a small cut above her eye.I hissed at her, "Leave him alone, he isn't fat. He just has a thick coat!"Aideen laughed through her hissing. "Yeah, a thick coat of blubber."I gave her a firm look. "Don't slag me baby when I'm cleanin' you up. Me finger might slip and jam into your eye.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
But make no mistake about it, Jordan. When the time is right and you're ready" - he trailed his forefinger along the edge of her palm and stilled when she shivered in response - "I have every intention of getting you into bed. And sleeping will have little to do with it.
— Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.
— Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
When I'm inside you, buried so deep I'm the only thing that exists in your world, that's when I'm not going to go slow. It's going to be fast and hard because I'm going to lose my mind.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
I want to go slow, baby, I really do," he whispered at the side of her neck. "But I'm not going to be able to this first time."	"Thank heavens.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
Did you need Jordan for something, Cookie?" Gavin asked with thinly veiled impatience. Hands back in his pockets, he took a step away from Jordan. "Or do you merely excel at crappy timing?"	"Sorry, Chief." Cookie's short purple-and-blue hair stuck out in a hundred different directions, and she winked when she peeked out from behind the swinging door....	"It's a gift."	"That's not what I would call it," he grumbled.
— Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
You okay?" He moved past her into the kitchen and deposited his beer bottle in the sink. "You're all flushed."	"I'm fine," she said a little too quickly. "It's hot in here, that's all."	Oh sure. It was a little hot anywhere he was. The kitchen...the living room... the polar ice caps...
— Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
I want to be in the water with you again, nani girl." Her knees went weak and trembles raced down her spine. Beautiful girl had been a special nickname only he used.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
I can walk... see."I made my legs walk."What are you doing?""Vertical walkin'."Alec laughed. "Pitch Perfect?""Amazin' film.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
I must have a screw loose," she muttered under her breath. Satisfied the counter was clean, she squatted down and put the cleaning supplies away in the cabinet beneath the register. "Yup. There's definitely something wrong with me."	"Are you looking for confirmation on that?" Jordan's heart hitched in her chest as Gavin's familiar baritone filled the shop. "Or am I supposed to argue with you?
— Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
Hurry," she breathed. "I need you to fill me up."	"Baby, I'm gonna do more than that.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
Still following the rules, huh?" He grabbed his shift off the back of the kitchen chair and pulled it on."Still breaking them?" she fired back.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
My date the next night brought a sock puppet with him. A. Sock. Puppet. And he talked to me with it"...	"It completely freaked me out," Kalani continued. "I made it through drinks and that was more than enough. I told the guy it was a good thing he had one good hand left because if this was his usual MO for dates, he was going to need it.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
His dimples should come with an advisory label: Will cause hearts to flutter and panties to spontaneously combust.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
God promised men that obedient women would be found on all corners of the Earth. I've been all over the Earth, and I call bullshit on that!" Alec snapped as he glared directly at me.I snorted. "I hate to burst your bubble, but God also made the Earth round, he's got jokes.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
She put her hands on her hips. "You're not human."	"Neither are you."	"I beg your pardon?"	"Ethereal comes to mind.
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
Busted," she said. "You pretend to be all rough and tough, but on the inside you're a big softie."	"I guarantee you there is nothing soft---
— Robin Bielman, Take a Risk Bundle
As long as I’ve known her, she’s seen the very best version of me, even when I didn’t believe that guy existed.
— Amanda Weaver
I rolled my eyes. "Just go get your tattoo before I change me mind, you dirty fuck."Alec waggled his eyebrows. "I'd give you a dirty fuck, kitten.
— L.A. Casey, Alec
Oh, so your middle finger has a mind of its own then?" Alex asked with an amused look.I glared at him and said, "Yeah, and she was just sticking up for me
— L.A. Casey, Alec
I pulled back and stared up into his eyes. "You're gettin' very deep on me."Alec's hands gripped my behind. "I'll be getting very deep in you if you keep looking at me like that
— L.A. Casey, Alec
There are no words to describe the silence that follows. I can only say this: I’ve never been stabbed. But now I can imagine how it feels. The blade slides in with such precision, such sharpness that at first, there’s no pain – not even a full realization of what has transpired. Then slowly, as it recedes, the dawning occurs - a shocking, detached understanding of one’s own frailty. And with it comes the evidence that life is now free to flow from the body, painfully and unchecked, until there’s nothing left to give.
— L.J. Greene, Ripple Effects
Having a heart that’s three sizes too small must be really convenient for business.
— Naima Simone, Beauty and the Bachelor
I’ve had your kiss. I know what you taste like, and that’s only worsened the need. Made me crave more.
— Naima Simone, Beauty and the Bachelor
I can be ruthless, unforgiving, and a manipulative bastard. But I don’t play games with sex.
— Naima Simone, Beauty and the Bachelor
I made a mistake. Men and women can’t be friends. Statistically, impossible. One of the friends is always a little in love with the other or at least sexually attracted to them, and sex ruins friendships.
— Codi Gary, I Want Crazy
Heya, Arlene. What’s shakin’?” Cotton greeted.“Don’t shift some of this weight, everything,” Arlene replied.
— Kristen Ashley, The Gamble
You make me crazy,” she muttered as she obeyed. “Likewise,” he countered.
— Codi Gary, Make Me Crazy
In fact, I’ve been thinking; lips like that have got to be soft as a rose petal. You wouldn’t mind if I tested them out, would ya, sweetheart?
— Codi Gary, Make Me Crazy
Make Me Crazy. Make me nuts! I don’t care as long as you’re here. With me.
— Codi Gary, Make Me Crazy
He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. Who knew Miss California would be good in a bar fight.
— Codi Gary, I Want Crazy
Oh, honey. You picked the wrong bear to poke.
— Codi Gary, I Want Crazy
You have exactly three seconds to get out of here before I do everything I’ve been thinking about since the first day I saw you. You decide. Now.
— Codi Gary, Return of the Bad Girl
What was it about this infuriating woman that reduced him to a twelve-year-old at the pool?
— Codi Gary, Return of the Bad Girl
The trouble with sexy is people have different tastes. Some guys like girls in flashy skimoy clothes with big hair and cowboy boots. Other guys think shy girls that are less obvious are more desirable. Some guys check out her body and others look at her face. It’s all about personal preference.” “What kind of girls do you like?
— Codi Gary, The Trouble With Sexy
Look, you don’t know what makes me tick, so stop assuming you do.
— Codi Gary, Bad for Me
I hate that you went through hell for years and that you suffered. But without your past, you and I wouldn’t have a future.
— Codi Gary, Bad for Me
She didn’t have to act like she couldn’t wait to have him, because that was exactly what was making her slip her bra down her arms so eagerly.
— Codi Gary, The Trouble With Sexy
Want to stay over at my place tonight?” “But I don’t have anything to sleep in,” “Who said we’re going to be sleeping?
— Codi Gary, The Trouble With Sexy
She was the best friend he’d ever had, and he’d tried to resist messing it up, tried not to feel anything else for her, but it was inevitable. He was meant to love Gemma Carlson.
— Codi Gary, Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars
Fiery red curls catch my attention. I’ve never seen hair like hers. It’s long and hangs to just above her ass, but it’s not trashy looking. The curls are large and thick. If I were a descriptive man, I’d almost call her hair luscious. But, I’m not so I’ll leave it at fiery and thick.
— Rein Scott, Reborn
Being with Holden and Gavin was driving Stella mad. Mad with desire when she was with them; mad with impatience when they were apart. In their arms, she felt beautiful and desirable—two things she hadn’t experienced nearly enough in her lifetime. They reminded her that there was more to being a woman than complicated beauty regimens and menstrual cycles.
— Amanda Young, Circling Back
Stella couldn’t believe this was happening. Gavin and Holden were both in her bed and just as desperate for her as she was for them. Her life had morphed into a cross between a romance novel and a porno. If she was dreaming, she didn’t ever want to wake up.
— Amanda Young, Circling Back
Gavin dreamed of nothing more than spending the rest of his life safe and comfortable, and within touching distance of the two people he loved most. All it would take to achieve that goal was a miracle. Maybe he could find one if he dug deep enough under the couch cushions. Everything else he needed ended up there.
— Amanda Young, Circling Back
You're very different from the man I pictured you to be."I smirk at her, amused. What, so she didn't think I'd be a fucker with a drinking problem who is obviously very much into casual sex and reckless driving on a classic bike? I arch an eyebrow at her and run a hand along my square jaw. "I hope you find me sexier.
— Stephanie Witter, We Shouldn't And Yet...
You’re afraid, Chris. You don’t let yourself trust or feel too deeply, because you don’t want to be hurt. I don't want to be hurt either.” ...Lindsay Reynoso
— Pamela Gibson, A Touch of Chardonnay
I’m not putting that in my mouth.
— Naima Simone, Beauty and the Bachelor
You’re demanding fidelity, and I’ll give you that. But if I intended to be celibate, I would’ve become a priest.
— Naima Simone, Beauty and the Bachelor
Wiping my sleeve over my eyes, I clear the tears and smile at her. “Yea. I’m great.” Leaning over the bed, I lay a gentle kiss over her mouth. It’s not meant as a sexual kiss, rather a reverent kiss to show her how much I love her. But, if that didn’t convey my message, I move to her ear and whisper. “I love you so much. Thank you for this baby.” I bury by head in her neck while still holding her hand tightly. Her free hand strokes my head and tangles in my hair.
— Rein Scott, Reborn
Since he didn’t seem to understand the situation, I felt it my duty to enlighten him. “Wrong. You started this stupid rumor and half the school probably believes it’s true. Now you have to stick around and pretend to be my boyfriend to convince everyone I don’t have sex with random guys. Not to mention the fact that if you’d kept your mouth shut about getting laid, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”He raised a brow. “So you’re my punishment?
— Chris  Cannon, Blackmail Boyfriend
If you find someone who makes you feel like you're complete, you need to fight for them.
— Veronica Forand, Simmering Ice
Bryce looked like a California underwear model. Not that I’d thought about him in his underwear.Much.He was talking with his friend Nathan. Where Bryce had the whole tan, blond, hazel-eyed thing going on, Nathan was fair with dark hair and dark eyes. They looked like opposite sides of the same coin. A really hot, totally unreachable coin that a collector would keep in a special locked case, which normal girls like myself were not allowed to touch.
— Chris  Cannon, Blackmail Boyfriend
In an unexpected move, Bryce reached for my hand and pulled me to his side. “Play along. We’ll straighten this out later.”Good Lord, the school hottie was touching me. It felt like I’d won some sort of geek-girl lottery. And depending on how this played out, Bryce could be the answer to my boyfriend problems. If he wanted me to cover for him, then he needed to help me with my overprotective brothers.
— Chris  Cannon, Blackmail Boyfriend
I saw you the second I walked into the bar that night. I saw you and felt you were different.”His lips had moved so close to hers that if she edged forward a bit, his mouth would be on hers. “I’m actually not different,” she said, hating that her voice sounded all breathy and nervous. “I’m similar to lots of people. I can even list off a bunch of people who look like me. And these boots aren’t really kick-ass boots. I bought them because they were on the clearance rack.”A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before his lips touched hers, and all her carefully constructed reasons as to why she’d never get involved with a man like Matt burned to ashes.
— Victoria  James, Falling for the P.I.
With his blond hair, broad shoulders, and perpetual tan,Bryce looked like a California underwear model. Not that I’d thought about him in his underwear.Much.
— Chris  Cannon, Blackmail Boyfriend
Christ, woman, were you ever going to say anything?”He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her down the hall tothe single bathroom. “Get out of that shirt.
— Aliyah Burke, Code Name: Papa
Maybe I should put an ad online. Honor student seeks overly self-confident young man for fake relationship. Terms negotiable.
— Chris  Cannon, Blackmail Boyfriend
She shook her head. “I won’t go.”His chuckle had absolutely no humor in it. “You say thatas if you have a choice.”“There is always a choice.
— Aliyah Burke, Code Name: Papa
Don’t think about jumping, Iggy. We’re going aboutseventy, and despite my orders, we’re on our way to Puebla.So keep your ass glued in the goddamn seat.
— Aliyah Burke, Code Name: Papa
Is there a problem? I mean, I wasn't expecting you, or anyone, tonight."Drew held out a hand to help her from the car, snatching it back when she got out on her own."There is a problem.""What?" He tensed. "Did M.J. come back? Is he giving you trouble?""I can handle my brother."Tyler moved closer. Drew stepped back, his eyes suddenly wary. Sighing she grabbed the front of his t-shirt, the fingers of her other hand threading through his thick, dark hair. Soft. She remembered the feel like it was yesterday. Her hope had been that he would as eager as she was. The attraction was still there, it was time to do something about it. Apparently he wasn't going to make this easy. So she did what she had all those years ago when he wouldn't make the first move—she kissed him first.Prime rib to a starving man. Ten years without even a taste, Drew couldn't help but devour her.The kiss was primal, out of control. Mouths seeking the angle after angle, tongues duelings. And the way Tyler tasted. Sweet and spicy and utterly delicious.In his dreams, he imagined this differently. Slower. He would show her how a man kissed as opposed to the boy he had been. One touch of her lips on his and all those grand plans flew out the window along with any common sense he ever possessed. Tyler was in his arms. Familiar yet new. He needed her and he was never letting go.Drew's hands went under the hem of her shirt slowly sliding up her smooth, hot skin. He could feel the erotic combination of vulnerability and strength in the subtle muscles of her back. She had filled out, they both had. He wanted to spend days discovering all the differences then start all over again, just in case he missed something the first time.The kiss was neverending though the desperation, instead of lessening, scaled higher. He could lift her into his arms, carry her into the house, rip every scrap of clothing from her delicious body and fuck for hours.Fuck. Well, fuck.The word wasn't exactly a bucket of cold water, the desperate heat running through his veins needed more than that. But it did lift the haze. If he didn't stop this right now, there would be no turning back."Tyler."The word sounded foreign, all guttural. His voice was hoarse with passion and his body was calling every swear word known to man. Why are you stopping? Beautiful woman. Willing. Her hands all over you. Right now she was reaching between his legs. The first caress was almost his undoing. It felt so good, so right. No could touch him like Tyler.The sexual haze enveloped him again. Don't fight it, his body urged. Feel her lips on your jaw, your neck. God. Her teeth biting your earlobe. That alone brought him close to going over the top. Damn his good intentions. Talking was way overrated. Pulling her in until their bodies were flush and he could feel every long, luscious inch of her—plastered against him. Drew was going in for another kiss when her words did what his own reasoning couldn't. It wasn't a bucket of cold water, it was a fire hose—turned on full blast."Fuck me, Drew. Right here, up against my car. Let's get this thing done, once and for all.
— Mary J. Williams, If You Only Knew:
Bryce Colton is telling everyone you hooked up after the bonfire Friday night.” “What?” Everyone in the parking lot turned and stared. Okay, maybe I said that a little loud. I hooked my arm through Jane’s and steered her toward the sidewalk. “I went to the bonfire with you. Do you remember seeing me naked with Bryce Colton?”She pouted and kicked a rock off the sidewalk. “I thought maybe you went back after you dropped me off.”“Why do you sound disappointed?”“It would be nice if one of us had a sex life." I laughed so hard I snorted. That’s one of the reasons I’m best friends with Jane. I never know what she’s going to say.
— Chris  Cannon, Blackmail Boyfriend
You drive me crazy in all the damn good ways that keep me up at night,” he whispered. He cupped her jaw, his eyes going to her mouth. He could see her pulse racing at the base of her neck and she didn’t move away when he bent his head. “The best ways, Kate,” he said and then kissed her like he’d wanted to since the moment she’d ran into him that afternoon, since the moment she’d left him the other night. He kissed her, tasted her, wrapped her up in his arms, and tangled his hands in her hair until he couldn’t think.
— Victoria  James, Falling for the P.I.
He wanted her. Here, now, between growing vines and fallen leaves, in the rain and the mud. Anywhere.And she wanted him, too.
— Pamela Gibson, A Kiss of Cabernet
Do you want to have to tell the doctor at the emergency room that the reason your wound opened up was because you couldn't keep your you know what in your pants." "First of all, I don't think I'd have to say you know what in front of the doctor.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
Jack looked over to the foot of the bed to see Edgar watching them; head cocked to one side and tail wagging furiously. “You don’t think he saw us, do you?
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
Relax.” She soothed the rigid line of his jaw with her other hand. “I wouldn’t want you to ruin that beautiful smile by breaking some teeth.” “Then let go of my dick.” Sighing with obvious disappointment, Rose did as he asked. “Do you remember what you said to me the night you, you know,” now was not the time to blush, “went down on me?” “Sweetheart, right now I’m having trouble remembering my name.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
The elevator doors had barely shut before Olivia's fingers were at the buckle of the belt cinching the waist of her trench dress. Drunk on his nearness, she ignored the security camera in the ceiling. It didn't mean a damn thing. Hell, who was she kidding? She was the wild Sweet triplet, the one voted most likely to do anything, and all she wanted to do right now was Mateo.
— Avery Flynn, Trouble on Tap
His gaze dropped down to the deep V of her cherry-red top and the pulse in his temple pulsed. For a second she didn't think he was going to say anything, which was good because she'd just forgotten her own name. His focus inched northward across her generous cleavage, up her neck and to her lips -- leaving a heated trail across her skin without ever making a move. The last dry spot on her panties surrendered.
— Avery Flynn, Trouble on Tap
You are nothing but trouble."	If he'd meant to censure her, then he had the wrong girl. Trouble wasn't a dirty word when you were a Sweet.
— Avery Flynn, Trouble on Tap
Maybe it's time to stop punishing yourself for past sins."	He wished it was that easy, but it wasn't. So if he was already this deep in, what was one more transgression? Snagging the hem of her tank top between two fingers, he tugged it taut. "I suppose you think you're the woman to show me the way?"	Leaning in close, she whispered into his good ear, "No one knows more about sinning than a Sweet.
— Avery Flynn, Trouble on Tap
Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to make you pay me back." His stomach growled as he turned onto Main Street. "But first, dinner and then some pie."	"I don't know what Ruby Sue puts in it, but it's addictive." She giggled. "I think you need to investigate."	"If by 'investigate', you mean eat it, then I'm all for it.
— Avery Flynn, Trouble on Tap
You are nothing but trouble.”
— ”Maybe you need some of that in your life.
I'm just an asshole Marine...I'm not the kind of guy people like you should depend on.
— Avery Flynn, Trouble on Tap
She drank in the sight of him, sure that anything so perfect had to be a dream. He seemed bigger with just a towel wrapped around his waist. It was amazing what wonders clothing could hide. Over six feet of long muscled male. Bronzed skin, lightly dusted with hair seemed to glow as he walked towards her. He moved like an athlete. Strong, confident strides that ate up the distance between them in no time. Her hands wanted to touch him, anywhere, everywhere. His impossibly flat, firm stomach seemed to call out for her mouth to trace the ridges; her tongue eagerly memorizing every smooth, muscled inch. “Lose the towel.” She wasn’t asking, she was pleading. Jack let the cloth fall to the floor. Eyes wide Rose gasped. Mother Nature had been very kind to Jack Winston, and she was about to be a very grateful beneficiary. “Rose, sweetheart,” Jack stepped back when she would have touched him. “Oh, come on, Jack,” she groaned in frustration. “I’ve been a very good girl. Now it’s time for my reward.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
In the Pretty Woman shopping scene, it’s not really about the clothes, or how much they cost, or how great she looks. When Vivian leaves the store, she’s not only a pretty woman, she’s a different woman. It gets me every time.
— Victoria Van Tiem, Love Like the Movies
This seemed like one of those make-it-or-break-it moments where you have to consciously choose to do the right thing. Or be bad.
— Alyssa Goodnight, Just Say Yes
When I sealed the deal on Douglass, I thought I had everything I wanted. But I was wrong. You’re everything thing I want. Everything I need.
— Jackie Braun, Revenge Best Served Hot
Chocolate is a kitchen witch’s secret weapon. It makes friends easily, soothes troubled spirits, and is conducive to romance. When nothing else works, go with chocolate.—Sadie Trevalyn’s Book of Kitchen Witchery
— Alyssa Goodnight, Just Say Yes
And when you're not partying in Vegas, what do you do?" she asked. "Prepare for your role as the next James Bond?""No, I don't work alone."She cocked her head as if trying to make sense of his words."I'm a SEAL in Uncle Sam's Navy. When I'm working, I have a team of guys who could kick James Bond's ass watching my back, covering my six at all times.
— Sara Jane Stone, To Tempt a SEAL
Do you picture long nights making love by the fire and talking about everything and anything under the sun, and do you have the feeling that of anyone in the world, he just gets you? Like no other person in the world ever can?
— Miranda Liasson, This Love of Mine
Because she did love him, and not from afar, not with the moony dreaminess she’d used as a crutch for so many years, but with a deep, aching tenderness she felt might just kill her.
— Miranda Liasson, This Love of Mine
Lily?” She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them. A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. “Don’t suppose you’re scared enough of the dark to leave.” She shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’re planning on leaving me on my own.” A smile, then, “You might cheat.” He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer. “True,” she breathed, mirroring his movement. “I wouldn’t trust you if our roles were reversed.” Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. “What are you doing, Black?” “I think,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, “I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.
— Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare
He looked like a Greek god. Jade’s thoughts snapped from togas to white sheets to sex in the span of two seconds.
— Alyssa Goodnight, Just Say Yes
He wasn’t looking for a soulmate. That would require having a soul to share, and he’d sold his off long ago
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
Lily?”She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them. A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. “Don’t suppose you’re scared enough of the dark to leave.” She shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’re planning on leaving me on my own.” A smile, then, “You might cheat.” He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer. “True,” she breathed, mirroring his movement. “I wouldn’t trust you if our roles were reversed.” Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. “What are you doing, Black?” “I think,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, “I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.
— Jessica Lemmon
You’re killing me in this proper little suit,” he said, skating a heated look over her shirt. “My place or yours?” She swallowed thickly, the hand against his chest beginning to sweat. “I-I’m busy.” “You’re gonna be,” he said, smiling. “Need to know what bed you’re gonna be in, though. Bringing my A game.” “Don’t you think—?” “About you underneath me? Only every other minute. Now answer me, or else I’ll throw you on the nearest desk.” Heat burst onto her cheeks. He noticed. “Oh, really?” He smiled down at her.
— Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare
What the hell are you doing with my underwear?” He kept his response flippant. “I don’t have this color in my collection.
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
Say my name.""No." She tipped her head up, her breath sawing out of her lungs. “Don’t stop, please.” He languidly stroked her. “I won’t stop, but I won’t take you there unless you say it.” Her voice locked in her throat. He stroked into her again at the same time giving her the pressure she desired with his thumb. “I have all night.
— Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare
He drew in an answering breath, and she waited to hear the quip, the joke, the dab of levity for the most intense moment they’d ever shared. But he only dropped his head into the crook of her neck and laid his mouth over her leaping pulse as they found their unhurried rhythm in the dark.
— Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare
This is good,” he told her. She gave him a slow blink. “You like wine?” “Doesn’t everyone?” “You strike me as a beer-from-the-can kind of guy.” “I am.” 
— Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare
It’s not over, Maddie. It’s still not over between us. We need to talk.
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
They’d used sex instead of communication in the past, and it had turned out disastrously.
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He sent her a wink, a devilish one, the same one he no doubt used to sear the panties off his dates.
— Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare
How was it that the one man who could take their company down appeared to be the only one who believed in her?
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
Taking over Kingston Shoes would be the final string that would unravel and cut them off from one another for good.
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
He was making up a story, and she was buying into his bullshit. That was a recipe for disaster
— Miranda Liasson, Heart and Sole
Dear God, she was getting turned on in the middle of a roadside emergency. This had to stop.
— Miranda Liasson
She’d vowed to be braver and take more risks, but this seemed out of her league. Because sometimes what you wanted the most was the one thing you were most afraid to get.
— Miranda Liasson
Leaving the feasibility of testicular transplants alone for the moment, she said, “It was mostly my mistake.
— Teri Anne Stanley, Drunk on You
ROSE FELT LIKE she had a neon sign flashing over her head—looking for a one night stand, only sex gods need apply.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
Ah, here’s my SUV.” He made sure her dress was tucked into the car before shutting her door. “I’ll wait for you just down the road and then you can follow me home. Oh, and Jack? This is a one night only invitation. If you’re not okay with that keep on driving.
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
Rose was drowning in pleasure like she’d never known, just from a kiss. Jack wasn’t touching her any place but on the lips and yet she could feel it on every inch of her body. Long, sure strokes of his tongue made her ache for him to explore the rest of her with equal thoroughness. She needed to touch him, why wasn’t she touching him?
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
She was feeling so much all at once and yet she wanted so much more. She wanted Jack—naked—now. “I’m going to leave you, Rose.” She heard the words, but it took a moment for the meaning to register. Leaving? Was He leaving?
— Mary J. Williams, If I Loved You
No angel. The reason I went with all them girls was to try and get over you. I wake up to you everyday. you send my mind and body into frenzy. I can smell your hair when I close my eyes, or I can imagine how your hand feels when you lay it on my chest. It kills me everyday to be so close to you, but be so far away.
— Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing, but not from the usual fear I had. It was because I wanted to kiss him
— Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
There's no question how strong you are." Gabe rested his fingers on her shoulders and pressed into the tight muscles. She didn't push him away. "But being strong doesn't mean you have to be alone.
— Kishan Paul, Blind Love
You. Aren’t you one of those Morgan boys? You must be the bad one.
— Teri Anne Stanley, Drunk on You
She glared at me. I didn't care. One word was playing a loop in my heaad: mine.
— Kristen Callihan, The Hook Up
It's just a kiss, she mentally swore. But kiss was much too simple a word to call the powerful connection that simply rocked her world.
— Tamara Ferguson, That Unforgettable Kiss
It's always been you
—  it'll always be you Angel.
If there was anything he’d learned in his life, it was to fight fire with fire, and if that didn’t work, piss on the fire to put it out.
— Marissa Clarke, Neighbors with Benefits
Locks or no locks, you're not going to cage me in.
— Collette West, Inside Game
I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other
— Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Stop,” he murmured, or at least that’s what he meant to say. It came out sounding more like “Yes,” which probably wasn’t the same thing at all.
— Tawna Fenske, Protector for Hire
You need to have a work with your friend, seriously, she just grabbed my dick!' He whisper yelled at me
— Kirsty Moseley, The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
She came out of nowhere like a two-by-four against the skull, knocking all common sense out of him and turning him into a walking woody.
— Marissa Clarke, Sleeping with the Boss
Claire, if you don’t move, I will have served two tours of duty only to die in this bed.
— Marissa Clarke, Sleeping with the Boss
This will be the way I’ll be remembering you, Kel,” he whispered softly into her ear, “in this beautiful place, where all that I’m thinking about it how much I want you.
— Tamara Ferguson, Magical Weddings: 15 Enchanting Romances
There was magic in the air tonight, and something incredible was about to happen–Kelly just sensed it.
— Tamara Ferguson, Magical Weddings: 15 Enchanting Romances
Lust was edging confusion for the lead. Good sense had fallen far behind.
— Teri Anne Stanley, Drunk on You
Her voice was as soft and sexy as ever. Those wide-setblue eyes every bit as distrustful as they’d been during his lastencounter with her, which meant that chip on her shoulder, theone he’d tried so desperately to dislodge, remained firmly in place.
— Jackie Braun, Love Unleashed
He ate one of my bras.”“Ah. I see. Which one?”“An underwire,” she mumbled.“The black lacey one from Victoria’s Secret?”She folded her arms. “That would be the one.”Well, no one could fault the dog’s taste, Gid thought. Thatstingy bit of lace had always looked plenty appetizing to him, too.He forced his mind back to the matter at hand.
— Jackie Braun, Love Unleashed
Heart...Soul...Words
— Leslie Hachtel
For my little dog, Pip, who joined our family during the writing ofthis story. Thanks for rescuing me.
— Jackie Braun, Love Unleashed
I have one promise I can make you, Kate.” He reached for her hair, coiled some of it around his hand, and used it to pull her toward him.“What’s that?” she whispered breathlessly. Not so cocky now.“You’re going to enjoy this.
— Jackie Braun, Revenge Best Served Hot
Wanting Kate was one thing. Sex was simple. Or it could be. But liking her?Enjoying spending time with her? Allowing her into his private life, as Brody had tonight, albeit at his sisters’ invitation? It would lead to nothing but trouble.
— Jackie Braun, Revenge Best Served Hot
She had no doubt in her mind what he was going to do. And while her ever-elusive shred of common sense squealed, “no,” every thing else in her shouted, “Bring it on.
— Marissa Clarke, Neighbors with Benefits
How did you know the dog was a boy before you read the tag?”Looking up at him with her cinnamon-colored eyes, she stated very matter-of-factly, “Boys have penises.” At that moment, Michael was very aware that he, himself, was a boy.
— Marissa Clarke, Neighbors with Benefits
She unzipped her oversized flannel onesie, created especially for women not interested in finding a man, and tossed it on the bed.
— Kishan Paul, Blind Love
She got me to crack open the window to my soul, and I really don't want to slam it down on her fingers just yet.
— Collette West, Inside Game
…It was like he waved his magic wang, and I totally forgot how I’m not a gullible teenager anymore.
— Teri Anne Stanley, Drunk on You
Movement means freedom. That's what life's all about.
— Collette West, Inside Game
Loving someone wasn't about their perfection. It was about coming to accept every part of them, their good qualities at their weaknesses and flaws--looking on everything they were and loving it all.As she looked on everything Jake was, right down to his center, she loved him.
— Becky Wade, A Love Like Ours
He wanted desperately to stay, just a little while longer. But he couldn't be here, in this place, with her. It was calm here. She was innocent and beautiful and perfect. He was not. He didn't want his mess or his mental illness or his past anywhere near her. He wanted to protect her from a lot of things, but most of all from himself.
— Becky Wade, A Love Like Ours
He'd sacrifice even his sanity for her. If it came down to it, he'd let her break his heart.Because he loved her.
— Becky Wade, A Love Like Ours