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Why do you do this?” she asked.“Do what?”“Follow me around. Look at me as if you find me fascinating. Touch me, and say nice things to me. And then, you pull away as if you did nothing at all.” She gave him a self-deprecating smile. “I’ve already agreed to tell you everything I know. There’s no need for these games.
— Paula Altenburg, Her Spy to Have
What kind of woman am I?" she asked.	"My kind." He grinned.
— Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
That night he showed up and watched me work, it was the most romantic thing that has happened to me in years. With that, I need to analyze my life and figure out where I want it to go. Find the path that will lead me to a happy old age. It might not be the fairy tale I pictured, but it will be my life. As long as I’m happy, and my friends are happy, that’s all we need.
— A.M. Willard, Frosted Sweets
Only time will tell, as our memories fade into a past that isn’t meant to be a part of the future. Eventually, we have to find a way to let them go, to move forward and accept what’s to come.
— A.M. Willard, Fading Memories
You make it sound so simple.It is, for the most part. Love is complicated, it can be downright ugly, but with the two of you it can be nothing but beautiful in the end.
— A.M. Willard, Fading Memories
I yearned for the woman who could bring me to my knees then raise me up again, making me stronger than before.
— Stephanie John, Unspoken
Doesn't everyone deserve their own version of a happily-ever-after?
— Jill Shalvis, Second Chance Summer
I'm good at a lot of things," he murmured.
— Jill Shalvis, Second Chance Summer
Today I realize that I’m not marrying the one I thought loved me, I’m just Morgan Lewis, the owner of a bakery, a tiny apartment in downtown Atlanta, and a 2012 Camry. Nothing special, just another person walking through town to start her day.
— A.M. Willard, Frosted Sweets
The special please," she said, waving a coupon from the week's paper. "The young rejuvenating facial. I want to look thirty."	"Mom," Jonathan said. "It's a facial, not a magic wand."	She rolled up the paper and swatted him with it. "Fine, I'll take forty." She gave Lily a hug. "And you! How lovely to see you again!" She turned to Jonathan. "So... you can make me look forty, right?"	"How about gorgeous?" Jonathan asked his mom. "Does gorgeous work for you?
— Jill Shalvis, Second Chance Summer
Is it weird that I think it's hot when you boss me around?"	Her gaze snapped up to his, her blue eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger....	"I can take bossing you around to a whole other level if you'd like," she murmured.
— Katie Reus, A Covert Affair
Charles Tucker had starred in Ella's dreams ever since she was fourteen.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
Little Bit.	The loathsome nickname proved just how hopeless her situation had been, how pathetic, but neither the name nor the glaring age difference had deterred her heart, because with one playful wink and one slow smile, young Arabella had been a goner.	Sadly, twenty-two-year-old Ella wasn't that much better.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
A toast," she declared. "To an incredible summer kicking butt and chasing dreams.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
She simply wanted one night to live out her fantasy. For as long as she could remember, Charlie Tucker had been the guy, and tonight, all she wanted was for him to see her as more than just a little kid. To actually see her as someone desirable.	To simple see... her.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
Bass players have bigger instruments." Charlie's slow grin curled her toes and he added, "We also do it deeper.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
All I need is you.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
You have no idea how much I want you.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
In the end, everything happens for a reason. Paths are meant to be crossed for a higher purpose than what we realize at the moment. Life for everyone goes on. This is just a fork in the road that has taken me for a slight detour. Tomorrow I’ll pick up a new map and set my sights on a new direction.
— A.M. Willard, Frosted Sweets
Baby girl, you destroy me," he whispered against her lips. "You have to tell me if you don't want this because I'm holding on by a thread."	"Then let go," she whispered in reply.
— Rachel  Harris, You're Still the One
Time to dance with the devil....
— Devon McKay
What kind of fool makes a deal with a man named wolf?
— Devon McKay, Staking a Claim
You promise not to fall for me," she said seriously. "No matter how lovable I am?"	He wanted to smile at that but didn't want her to think he was making fun. She wanted his word, and he could give it easily enough, confident that as adorably sexy as she was, he could refrain from falling for her, since his heart felt dead in his chest. "I promise.
— Jill Shalvis, Nobody But You
Any real, beautiful thing in this world shouldn't be tamed or claimed or broken. It should be allowed to be, worked with, not against, appreciated. Don't be afraid of the wild she has left. It makes her special." - Cowboy McKennon Kelly to Cowgirl in Training Devon Brooke.
— Carly Kade, In The Reins
Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She’d amused him again.
— Jill Shalvis
He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss away her uncertainty. But if he did that she would bolt. So he brushed stray hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail off her face instead. Ignored how soft the strands felt against his fingers. Pretended his pulse wasn't stampeding like a herd of bison on the plain.
— Melissa McClone, Home For Christmas
Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.
— Melissa McClone, Home For Christmas
I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. I know I don't deserve you, but I'm a better man because of you.
— Danielle Jamie, Mine Would Be You
Everything I didn’t know I was looking for…it’s there whenever I’m with you. I don’t know what it is that you think I deserve, but I don’t want anything other than what’s right here, right now.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
Trust wisely and believe in yourself, in your vision.
— Melissa McClone, Home For Christmas
Horses ... horses made me happy, complete. Then and there in the middle of some state, in a wild state of being, I vowed I would own a horse again.
— Carly Kade, In The Reins
She'll never be all the way tame, just the way she's made ... sorta like you, I imagine.
— Carly Kade, In The Reins
Ugh. You’re being . . . you.”“Was that in English?”“This is all your fault.”“Nope. Definitely not English.”“You’re being all hot and sexy, dammit,” she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. “And I can’t seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.
— Jill Shalvis
I’m not a lot of trouble,” she said.His gaze slid to her mouth. “You sure about that?”“Completely.” And then she flashed him an indeed trouble-filled smile.And that’s when he knew. He was the one in trouble. Deep trouble.
— Jill Shalvis
Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
— Jill Shalvis
Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. “You going to teach me how to have fun, Pru?” he asked in that low, husky voice.
— Jill Shalvis
Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again.Every inch of her.
— Jill Shalvis
He regretted nothing. Not the way she’d felt in his arms and not the way he’d felt in hers.
— Jill Shalvis
Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn’t want it to stop.Any of it.
— Jill Shalvis
I wasn’t finished with you, Pru,” he said softly. “I had plans.”Oh boy. “Maybe I had plans, too.”“Yeah?” Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. “Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.
— Jill Shalvis
Okay, time to play doctor.”Her entire body quivered, sending “yes please” vibes to her brain. Luckily her mouth intercepted them. “Sure, if I can be the doctor.”His mouth curved. “I’m willing to take turns, but me first.
— Jill Shalvis
If she’d thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.
— Jill Shalvis
He stared at her. “How is it that you’re cute, sexy as hell, and smarter than anyone I know?”She gave him a small smile. “It’s a gift.
— Jill Shalvis
Finn?”“Yeah?”“Remember how you said the ball was in my court?”He pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want to be alone in this.	”Don’t go,” she whispered softly.
— Jill Shalvis
Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn’t wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.
— Jill Shalvis
She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he’d given a lot of thought to the same thing.“’Night,” she whispered.“Night,” he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.
— Jill Shalvis
What drew her into O’Riley’s like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O’Riley himself.
— Jill Shalvis
He was breathing a little faster himself, his heart pounding as he leaned in a tiny bit more. He hovered just shy of her lips before braving the final space between them and pressing his mouth to hers. He knew immediately from the first taste of her that one tiny kiss wasn't going to be enough.
— Cat Johnson, Midnight Wrangler
I am always doing what I thought I couldn't do, because I might learn something. Henri Marcel - Marriage a Journey and A Dog
— Brenda H Sedgwick
Last month, I didn't even have the prospect of a relationship. Now I've got one cowboy too many," she said.
— Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
A man who listened? Had she found the eighth wonder of the world?
— Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
Sometimes you've got to get a machete and hack your way through the kudzu to make your own path in life.
— Carolyn Brown, One Texas Cowboy Too Many
He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.
— Melissa McClone, Home For Christmas
She wore a simple purple long-sleeved turtleneck, but streaks of white across her chest - flour perhaps? - distracted him, made him want to volunteer for cleanup duty.
— Melissa McClone, Home For Christmas
There’s no law against admiring a best friend’s sister.
— Coleen Kwan, Unexpectedly Yours
How did the date go?"	"Bad. A text-a-holic...."	"Not the good kind of trouble."	"There's only one thing to say when this happens."	"What's that?"	"Next.
— Melissa McClone, Home For Christmas
Maybe we should go to JT's or bowling or something."The lopsided grin on Reece's face was probably just as sexy as his kiss, Alesha thought.Reaching for her hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze. "If that's what you really want to do, we'll do it, but I think we can control ourselves for the rest of the night." Then he winked. "If that's what you really want.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
They laughed.They kissed.They loved.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
We'll have all night for slow and sweet," she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
He swallowed hard. "How do you feel?""I feel like I want to close these drapes, turn down the lights and crawl into that bed with you and spend the night making love with you. All night." She blushed furiously. ..."All night, huh?" he asked.She nodded.He gave her a sexy grin and repeated her earlier words back to her. "Deal.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
I've been thinking about this all day," he said between kisses. "All. Day."Who was she kidding? She'd been harboring this fantasy for weeks. And then in a move that was becoming her 'thing', Alesha leaned back and pulled her sweater over her head and gave Reece a sexy smile. "Was this part of what you were thinking?"His hands came up and cupped her breasts, his breath ragged, but his eyes were on hers. "This is better.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
Stop talking," she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
Do you have any idea how badly I want to pick you up and carry you into my bedroom and make love to you?
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
Alesha walked up to him and looped her arms around his shoulders as she went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. She only meant for it to be a quick kiss but Reece's arms instantly banded around her as he took it deeper. She was readily on board. The man certainly knew how to kiss and she wasn't going to ask him to stop!...She squirmed for a moment and then reluctantly lifted her head. "Wow."He chuckled. "I kind of like that I keep getting that response from you.""I'm normally much more prolific with words but whenever you kiss me, I can't seem to remember any."His smile deepened. "Now I definitely like that.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
He kissed her.He touched her.He fantasized about how incredible it would be to strip her down and make love to her.But tonight wasn't the night for that.With his mind made up, Reece simply enjoyed the moment -- the feel of her, the sounds she made and knew he probably wasn't going to get any more sleep once he left her and said goodnight.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
Reece?" she asked softly."Hmmm?""Kiss me."And he did. There wasn't even a possibility of saying no.
— Samantha Chase, Wildest Dreams
I don't want you to go back to Miami already."	"You don't? You could have your house all to yourself." Her voice was whisper soft.	"I don't want my house all to myself. I like you in it. I like watching the yoga."	"You could get cable. They have lots of yoga shows on cable."	He moved a little closer, and she stretched her legs out in front of her. "It would be quite the same as watching it live," he said.
— Tracy Brogan, Love Me Sweet
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— A tactical orgasm. That's what he needed. Then he'd stop fantasizing about all those lacy bras she'd left back in his bathroom. She really needed to dry those someplace else. It had taken him fifteen minutes to take a leak this morning because the damn things were hanging up right where he - and his dick - could see them. It twitched in his slacks. His dick had a great memory.
He was a ruffled haired, stubble faced, woman's dream, tangled in sheets. So I stepped away from the Ryker and went for coffee instead.
— Sarah Brocious, Provocation: a lesson in trust
She stared at him and nodded. "Yes, you're right."	He cocked his head as if he couldn't hear her. "What was that?"	"You're right." She gave him a little push and he had to laugh.	"I heard you the first time," he admitted. "I just like the way that sentence sounds on your tongue.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
Don't worry about whether you can do it, Bailey Bean. Just pretend you can. Pretend enough and it becomes real.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
I’m scared as hell to fall for you… But I’m more terrified to let you go.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
I have to force myself to look away from those irresistible dimples
—  they unleash the desire between my legs.
Guurl. Tell me. Do you keep your hair this long for religious reasons? Like, will you lose your strength if you cut it?--Terry, a member of the glam squad, to Khloe Richardson
— Naima Simone, The Millionaire Makeover
What I am fucking tired of is seeing you hide behind dull clothes shaped like tents and sacks because you’re afraid of being noticed. Like you’re trying to disappear. And that’s a damn crime. Screw this Bennett. I could give two fucks about Bennett. This is about you. About you seeing the beauty you are so maybe others will, too.--Niall Hunter to Khloe Richardson
— Naima Simone, The Millionaire Makeover
Fair warning, baby. I’m in the mood for a fight, and I wouldn’t play fair or nice.--Niall Hunter to Khloe Richardson
— Naima Simone, The Millionaire Makeover
By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast...."It's beautiful," she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms."Yes, yes..." Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside."How long did you say the storm would last?" she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison.Reid hesitated. "Longer than either of us is going to like," he muttered, looking miserable.Jenna was afraid of that.
— Debbie Macomber, The Snow Bride
You do this often?" she asked."Drink or hijack women?
— Debbie Macomber, The Snow Bride
She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week.
— Debbie Macomber, The Snow Bride
Pete's a good guy.""He just slept with my mother!""I didn't say he was perfect.
— Debbie Macomber, The Snow Bride
Longing to feel his hot flesh against mine, I roughly remove his jacket and start unbuttoning his shirt. I manage to successfully unbutton two, but my patience wanes, and I roughly pull open Jacob's shirt, sending the remaining buttons scattering across the room.
— Emily Rose Philips, Ember Eternal
She sucked in a breath. "You're..."	When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers.	"Handy," she finished softly.	"And you're..."	She smiled. "Stubborn? Annoying?"	"Set to go," he said.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
She slid on the helmet. "Thanks, Prince Charming."	"Huh?"	"You know, Cinderella," she said. "The prince had her slipper and you had my helmet...
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
You are the reason my heart beats. Your love is my lifeline, and I'm not about to give it up - not now - not ever!
— Emily Rose Philips, Ember Eternal
I'm ready," she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. "I want this," she said. "I want you.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
I know I'm the one who put limits on this... this thing," she said, and bit her lower lip, suddenly nervous. "But I'm pretty sure we're not quite done with each other."	He looked at her for what felt like a long time. "You want another night."	Still unable to take her eyes off his mouth, she didn't muzzle herself. "I want as long as it takes."	He cupped her jaw, lifting her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep."	"What makes you think I can't keep it?"	"Because you seem to like things one night at a time," he said in that low, sexy voice. "But no way is one more night going to be enough.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers.	Her eyes were worried. "But people keep coming---"	"The next person to come is going to be you," he said.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
You make me believe that things I’d given up on a possible.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here."	"Hotter bed?"	"It's got a heater in it."	She narrowed her eyes. "It does not."	"Hand to heaven," he said.	She narrowed her eyes. "Does this 'heater' run on electricity?"	"Nope.
— Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
A few moments ago, he'd had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now... now he was this intense, cool, calm, and collected man.	With a gun.	"Breanne. Are you ok?"	She stared at him. He had his shirt loose and draped over the bulge of his gun. He looked rough-and-tumble. Baddass.	Damn it, she had a serious weakness for badass.
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. "Cooper?"	"Still here." Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd ---	"Thank you." Breanne said very quietly.	He blinked. "Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...
— Jill Shalvis, Get A Clue
All he wanted was a long, hot shower and a long, deep sleep.	Meaning that whoever this pissed-off brunette was, whatever deal she'd arranged with his flaky mother, they could talk about it after he'd scrubbed the jungle from his skin and rinsed the shampoo from his hair.	"What do you mean it belongs to you? It can't belong to you. I just rented it," said the girl aiming that pink blow-dryer right at his heart.	If he wasn't so damn exhausted, he might find that funny. She was holding the thing as if it would protect her. It was a blow-dryer! He nodded at it. "What do you plan to do with that thing, honey? Style me to death?
— Tracy Brogan, Love Me Sweet
It's nice to see you. Aimee calls you Bigfoot, by the way."	"Bigfoot?"	"Yeah, you know, like a mythical creature that people say they've seen in the wild but no one knows for sure if it's real. That's you...
— Tracy Brogan, Love Me Sweet
Could be a cold night so I guess I'll start a fire."	"A fire? Have you got wood?"	A curve played at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, yeah. I got wood."	The door slammed before she realized what she'd said.
— Tracy Brogan, Love Me Sweet
Is there a reason why you’re standing there, staring out the window and watching the neighbors? Are we preparing to kill them and drag them down to the basement and bury them alive?
— R.L. Mathewson, Christmas from Hell
These shoes were made for dancing, not propping up a bar stool.""Those shoes were made for something," Alex said. "And it sure as hell isn't dancing.
— Christina Phillips, Hold Me Until Forever
Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn't want a smokin' hot guy associating her with toilet parts?
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
She looks like a Disney princess, but is a total badass.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
I prefer doing over watching.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
There was no substitute for a post-coital cuddle.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a 'click.'	'Click, click.'	"Ugh," Lindsey moaned. She'd need to flip a breaker, and for that she'd need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on.	"I'm working on that." The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
Welcome to Thistle Bend 
— Wildflower Capital of Colorado
Let's start with ice cream and go from there."	"You're gonna love it." Holly nodded. "All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you've ever heard of."	Clearly she'd forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. "Like what?"	"Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig....blueberry pie... marshmallow peach... salted caramel chocolate chunk...
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
Maybe he dates girls in Denver when he goes there for business but he never asks out girls around here. I think he's simply there for looks."	The same could be said for Lindsey's ex, Hopper. He had been good for looking at but not much else. "That might work for a little while," Lindsey said, "but I prefer my men fully functional."	Holly's gaze locked on something behind Lindsey. Her hazel eyes widened and her lips formed an 'O'. She tipped her head forward, prompting Lindsey to turn and look ... straight into the eyes of Carden Crenshaw.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
He opted for a flaky, apricot-filled croissant and Columbian coffee. Dani chided him for being unimaginative, then proceeded to eat most of his, while ignoring her own.	"I'd be glad to buy you one."	Dani gave him a wide-eyed, innocent stare, then popped the last bit of his breakfast into her mouth.	"I couldn't eat another bite.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
Depends on whether you talk to the Montgomery sisters," he said to Lindsey.	Holly chuckled lightly. "Now, that's a whole other old TV show mash-up right there. Hmm...I'd say 'Charmed' meets 'The Golden Girls'."	"With a little 'Bewitched' thrown in for fun." Carden pressed his index finger to the tip of his nose and twitched it back and forth, somehow making himself seem more irresistible.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
What's your name, big guy?" Carden asked.	Blue let out something between a bark and a howl that sounded just like," Bluuuue."	"Good boy," Carden said, and gave Blue the dog biscuit. Blue took it in his mouth and crunched it into pieces, eating it bit by bit instead of gobbling.	That's all it took for Lindsey to fall head-over-heels for Blue. His owner wasn't too bad either.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
He smoothed his fingers along her jawline and lifted her chin, kissing her gently, testing.	Lindsey went light-headed with the rush of sensation, the touch of his lips leaving her longing for more. Clutching his shirt in her fingers - napkin and all - she pulled him closer, melting into his kiss. Carden took it from tentative to tender, then parted her lips with the velvety sweep of his tongue. She matched his languid rhythm, hypnotized. He was all chocolate and caramel, creamy cool and sweet.	'Sinfully delicious'.	No doubt he was 31 flavors of trouble, but resisting him seemed impossible.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
We've been given a second chance. How many people can say that?
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. "I'm not sure it can get any better."	He sucked in a ragged breath. "Oh, darlin'," he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. "I promise you it can." He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. "And I'm a man who keeps his promises.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
Two old women described as "Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun" were bound to have something curious to contribute.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
He cleared his throat. "I did get carried away with you. Couldn't help myself. And when I said it wouldn't happen again..." He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. "I hope I lied.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
Twining his fingers through her ponytail, he cradled the back of her head, seducing her nearly senseless with a single kiss - on a mountainside covered in wildflowers, under the summer sun and an endless sky.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
I came all prepared for a lapis show-and-tell, but you know more about it than I do."...	Lindsey gave him a pleading look and brushed her fingertips over the back of his hand, sending tingles up his arm. "Show me."...	"When it's cut and polished like this, it practically glows. Golden specks of pyrite dance across the blue, like stars in a denim sky.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
I'm scared as hell to fall for you." He loosened his embrace, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. "But I'm more terrified to let you go.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
Lindsey looked at him coyly "Grilling is your specialty?" She shook her head. "You really had me fooled."	He set the platter on the island, joined her near the sprawling sectional sofa in the living area, and took her in his arms. She'd never get tired of that feeling.	"Had you fooled how?" he asked.	"I thought kissing was your specialty."	Carden captivated her with his sultry gave. "Grilling... Kissing..." He brushed his lips over hers, teasingly light and feathery. "Take your pick, darlin;," he said in a low whisper, pulling her closer....	"Stay tuned," he said with a rasp in his voice. "I've got a couple other specialties, too.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
How can it hurt so much to love someone?
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
I could use a shower myself." He pulled her close and kissed her, tucking his hand beneath the sheet and smoothing it down the satiny curve of her hip. "We'd get to breakfast a lot quicker if we took one together.
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
Water droplets streamed down her face and clung to her eyelashes. She blinked up at him with mischief in her eyes, and the urge to kiss her overwhelmed him. Not like he had in the closet, with care and discretion, but with hunger and passion and pent up desire. He wanted to take her bottom lip between his teeth and deal with the consequences later.
— Robin Bielman, Blame it on the Kiss
Something has gotten into me; something I didn’t want. The moment my skin touched hers, it overwhelmed me with desires of the deepest kind. It’s crawled beneath my flesh, and my every pore is infected by her. An addiction that is as frustrating as this illness.
— LeeAnn Whitaker, Forever by your Star
Alex had a nice big cock and knew how to use it.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
Why is the TV on, and why aren't you on the way to naked?"...	"My head and the rest of me" - he drew her attention to his erection - "heard sex. No putting that genie back in the lamp...
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
She stepped over to the model. "The little town looks so sweet in the moonlight."	And so did Lindsey. Her sexy silhouette had him riveted in place. He knew better, but his instincts urged him to go to her. Joining her next to the model, he skimmed his fingertips over her bare shoulder and down her arm. He reached her hand and languidly laced his fingers between hers. "Not nearly as sweet as you look," he whispered close to her ear...
— Tracy March, Should've Said No
I'll keep my lips to myself, if that's what you want.
— Cassie Mae, No Interest in Love
There would be no salvaging this. I was going to die a spinster with cobwebs feasting on my vagina, I just knew it.
— R. J. Lewis
I just realized, baby, right now, thinking of how I could take this pain away from you, I just realized that you have to feel it. You gotta make your way through all the bad stuff to get to the good.
— Molly O'Keefe, The Truth About Him
She was saying words she didn’t totally believe yet. And maybe I was, too. But I wanted them to be true. For the first and only time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone and have that person belong to me.
— Molly O'Keefe, The Truth About Him
That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He never second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted.
— Jill Shalvis, Rescue My Heart
No one who's been into music ever really stops being into it. It's in your soul forever. Maybe it gets buried deep under piles of shit for a while, but it's always there, waiting to make you happy again.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
Either I'm yours, and you're mine, or we're nothing.""What?" She blinks her confusion."I said," drawing out the word and giving her a few seconds to ge accustomed to our new reality. "Either I'm yours and you're mine, or we're nothing. I don't want to be your friend. I want to be... yours.
— Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep
Hmm," she hums after a moment."What?""Just thinking...We both want you to get this role.""No sh*t.""And arguing obviously isn't helping us out."I snort. "But that's what we do.
— Cassie Mae, No Interest in Love
She lifted her chin; her head weighed fifty pounds. "You tried to poison me."	Pretty sure I succeeded in that.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
Luke's eyes were on a government position in DC, while all Natalie wanted was help make the world a sweeter place.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
I can taste sunshine and hope on his tongue. I want this kiss, this taste, to last forever.
— Elisabeth Staab, Acts of Creation
Screw it. Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
— Kennedy Ryan, My Soul to Keep
You have no idea what I'm thinking," he said. "No idea what I'm feeling --- about you." He walked to her, reached out and touched her cheek. "But we both need to find out.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
I want something real. Something that leads to something more than sex.
— Victoria Denault, The Final Move
You have a devious mind. And that is so incredibly sexy.
— Jennifer Bonds, Once Upon a Power Play
I love hugging you," Luke said. "I love how our bodies fit when we're still...I feel like a broken record when I say I know there are a hundred reasons why we shouldn't but Nat, I really want to kiss you.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
Your head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
Though there're minor side effects in male adults."	"What side effect?"	She cocked an eyebrow and lowered her voice. "Spontaneous prolonged erection, big guy...in some test subjects," she added clinically. "A lot of those early tests were done on gorillas...	"I'm not a gorilla."	She glanced down the front of his lab coat. "Not yet.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
We're not thirteen and this isn't a locker room."	"Fine, fine. Just remember, I had to watch Dr. Phil with Mom for two months after I had knee surgery. I'm practically a psychiatrist.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
Hey," Natalie said. "You're here early."	"It's almost seven. Why are you covered in chocolate? Your clothes and your...your face. Both your faces."	Luke looked at Natalie, really looked at her. Yep, she was smeared with chocolate like it was camo paint, transferred from his mouth to hers and back again too many times to count.	"We were..." Natalie began. "We were just ---"	"Sampling," Luke cut in. If Natalie had wanted Ivy to know, she would've come straight out with it.	Ivy crossed her arms. "Sampling?"	"Yeah, I'm interested in her...product. So she let me, uh, try some." Wow, he couldn't have sounded kinkier if he'd tried.	"But it's all over the floor on that side of the lab. Like, all over the place. It's even on the wall. How did it get on the ceiling? You must be one sloppy eater.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
You’re not broken, Dylan. I know you’re not.
— Molly O'Keefe, The Truth About Him
The way he looked at her made her heart beat fast. "I like you, Natalie."	She could not let that mean anything to her. 	"That's natural. I'm likable.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
It’s about his family. It will always be about his family. And himself. Deep in your heart you know that and you’re trying to convince yourself that you can save him. And you can’t. There’s no saving Dylan Daniels.
— Molly O'Keefe, The Truth About Him
Sometimes, maybe we don’t know exactly what we have until someone shows us.
— Molly O'Keefe, The Truth About Him
I'd rather have sex than dessert.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
She wasn't going to explain how the morning she woke up alone she had gone back to the same salon that had cut and dyed her hair and had the woman change the color back. She wasn't going to tell him that she hadn't been able to stand the thought of looking into the mirror to see that girl anymore. The girl who had been born the day she met Alex and died the day he left.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
I guess you can't estimate the speed of a teenage boy when he thinks he has a shot at sex. He never had a shot. But if he was that fast removing his pants, can you imagine how quick the sex would have been?
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
How devastating to find 'the one' and not be 'their one.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
Something tells me that Alex has some demons and I can tell you from experience that those suckers don't go down easy.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
He'd gotten in a quick swipe with his tongue the moment he'd been close enough to reach. Then, just to be sure, he went in for another sample, bathing Alex's leg with saliva, careful to miss the dangly bits between the man's legs. Edgar didn't get what the big deal was. He licked himself there all the time. However, Jack made a big deal out of it so he avoided that area like he'd been taught.
— Mary J. Williams, If Tomorrow Never Comes
His height forced her to stand on her toes. For a woman who’d been taller than most of the boys in her class in high school, that particular physical trait provoked a flurry of sensual images to flash through her mind. Sex against a wall. It was a possibility. And given the breadth of his shoulders, she imagined he’d hold her up just fine. Oh, glorious day.
— Mia Sosa, Unbuttoning the CEO
She couldn’t stop kissing him. Literally could not. There could be an earthquake, a fire, an explosion—who would notice? The whole world could come crashing down and it wouldn’t be enough for her to pull away.
— Rebecca Brooks, How to Fall
Freedom you earn is more powerful than freedom handed to you.
— Marissa Clarke, Chance of a Lifetime
I've got this.
— Jill Shalvis, All I Want
The kiss was so soft she couldn’t believe this was the same bad boy who’d said such things to her with that mouth.
— Rebecca Brooks, How to Fall
Or what is it you used to say when we’d to go out in my pickup truck down by the pond, just the two of us? I’m the bit to your bridle. I’m the Jack in your Daniels….”Would it be weird if I were shedding tears right now?“You’re the fruit in my pie…you’re the sprinkles on my cake,” I finish his sentence.
— A.Wilding Wells
Her fingers traced his stomach, trying to remember this is real, this is real with each strike of her heart.
— Rebecca Brooks, How to Fall
What if everything about me is totally made up? What if I’m actually…I don’t know. A wanted fugitive in the States.”“Julia.” He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Nobody makes up being a high school math teacher.”“That’s why it’s the perfect disguise!”He shook his head. “Nobody.
— Rebecca Brooks, How to Fall
Did you get a secret thrill out of sitting across from me, eating a civilized dinner while pretending not to know you were teasing my cock?" Rate St. Sebastian
— Samanthe Beck, Compromising Her Position
Sometimes that’s what it takes. Putting it all out there and hoping love wins.
— Marissa Clarke, Chance of a Lifetime
The money is too good to say no.
— Ali Parker, Forgotten Bodyguard
You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong. All the way down…" Rafe St. Sebastian
— Samanthe Beck, Compromising Her Position
If Blake thought she was going to be some meek, mealy-mouthedpushover grateful for his dick and his non-apologies, he obviously didn’t know what it took to make a room full of tenth graders pay attention.
— Rebecca Brooks, How to Fall
I like to play dirty. I can also be very, very exacting.” Rate St. Sebastian.
— Samanthe Beck, Compromising Her Position
I warned you the next time you spread your legs for me, I wouldn't be a gentleman. Did you expect a gentleman, Chelsea?" Rate St. Sebastian
— Samanthe Beck, Compromising Her Position
Bad is the new good - you've got my permission to stick that on one of your t-shirts.
— Lia Riley, Best Worst Mistake
Use your dick, don’t be one.
— Marissa Clarke, Chance of a Lifetime
Never, even in his wildest dreams, had his imagination come close to the reality of her.
— Marissa Clarke, Chance of a Lifetime
Only you can tell your story.
— Andria Gaskins, A Second Helping
The downside, my beauty, is that you’re in a fogged glass bubble that’s as far out of my reach as I can imagine. I wish you would use your gaudy engagement ring to cut a hole through the glass to be able see me.
— A.Wilding Wells
When she at last pressed her mouth to his, it felt like coming home. He tasted of fire and smoke and earth, and fresh bread and soap and something so clean, so pure, it was like spring water to her lips.
— Rebecca Brooks, Above All
I go from flying to drowning as I slide down the soul-deadening slippery slope I realize I’m on. I can’t breathe, can’t talk, suddenly realizing I’m an imposter. I’ve crossed the line. Wronged my girl. And in that few seconds of thought I feel fate strong-arm me, forcing me to turn and walk away like a helpless idiot needing to be put out of his misery.
— A.Wilding Wells
Moving on was going to require leaving the woods and getting a friend set that didn’t have gray hairs, hip replacements and a few false teeth.
— Rebecca Brooks, Above All
I played the part well, but I was as fake as a California tan on an Alaskan cheerleader.
— Sierra Rose, The Boss's Son - Part 2
Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.
— Nicole Edwards, Reckless
Luke snapped awake to see the gray-haired woman looking at him while adjusting her glasses. She smiled like he was something to eat. "There aren't many good shots of you when Natalie was on your lap. She's either leaning over you, or you're at her neck like Bela Lugosi. Though there's one really good part at the end ---
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
He pointed past her shoulder. "We're surrounded by neighbors. Though once I have you inside, the walls are thick. You'll have to scream really loud for anyone to hear.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
She kissed her teenage fantasy, the popular boy she used to dream would see something special in her and love her forever. The man kissed her back.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
Hmmm, you like that," he whispered, his breath hot and intoxicating.	"I like ... everything.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
You're head can't do a relationship and my heart can't.
— Ophelia London, Kissing Her Crush
I want to make people smile. I want to tell an epic story... with laughter. I want to change the way people view the world. I want life to stop being so damn dramatic all the time. I want... what are you doing?
— Cassie Mae, Doing It for Love
There's no point in making a plan because somehow it always manages to fall apart.
— Jami Wagner, Just One Kiss
Listen, do you think we could, you know, have sex ? I could pay you extra of course. I know it’s not part of your job , but I’d love to strip you bare to just those pearls and bury myself in your—
— Angela Claire, Tempting the New Boss
What's he doing here anyway? And where is his shirt? I take a quick glance and swallow hard. Never Mind. The shirt can stay gone.
— Jami Wagner, Just One Kiss
She's been a barrel of bitchy monkeys since Jordan and I walked out of the Arrivals gate together earlier this afternoon.
— Victoria Denault, One More Shot
Words are meaningless when there are no actions backing them up. Prove to me that you feel that way. Don't just tell me, show me.
— Monica  Murphy, Slow Play
When I take you in my arms, I wonder how on earth I ever survived without know what that felt like before I met you.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
He’s a man of few words except when it really counts. And when he does, every word has meaning.
— Ashlee Mallory, Her Accidental Husband
Why do I feel the need to be polite? It was not good seeing him. It was torturous. I hope I can avoid him the rest of the night."	"Maybe he'll trip and fall into the pool."	"Ryan can't swim."	"Then I'll push him into the pool.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
Love gets straight to the heart of what’s worthwhile in life.
— M.K. Meredith, Seducing Seven
Romance novels could teach a man a thing or two, if he was smart enough to open his mind and really see.
— M.K. Meredith, Seducing Seven
No matter how many women I’ve kissed over the years, your lips are the ones that still haunt me.
— Cathryn Fox, Wild Ride
I've done a lot of stupid things because of my fear of taking a chance on someone. But the most stupid thing I ever did was push you away.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
He’d found himself intrigued by the way she’d weaved the lives of two very different people together, how she played off their strengths and weakness, how against all odds she brought them together and made it seem believable. Even if it was nothing more than make-believe. She was a talented writer.
— M.K. Meredith, Seducing Seven
If you’ll trust me, I’ll give you a week you’ll never forget.
— Cathryn Fox, Wild Ride
You’re smart. Don’t sell yourself short by thinking all you are is pretty to look at. What about this new person you plan to become? Is she going to starve herself and work out to the point of exhaustion so she can have a beautiful body too? Because if she is, then she’s going to have the same problems with unwanted attention as the person you are now does.
— Wendy S. Marcus, All I Need Is You
You have so many relationship-worthy qualities. Either the guys around here are complete idiots or you’ve never shown them the real you.
— Wendy S. Marcus, All I Need Is You
I think it wasn’t the Cirque du Soleil audition that was my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it’s Rory.
— Wendy S. Marcus, All I Need Is You
She hesitated a moment then slipped her arm through his. "Just remember, I lead, you follow."	"Okay, but when we're dancing at the wedding, I lead, you follow."	She sighed dramatically. "I guess I can agree to that."	He chuckled. "See? I have a feeling this the beginning of a beautiful fake relationship."	She worried her bottom lip as they walked toward the kitchen together. "I'm sure glad one of us feels that way.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
His mom was more the rich pampered type whose version of natural childbirth meant giving birth without makeup.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
She'd hardly describe Trent as "cute." Adonis, stud-like, hottie McHot Hot, even pulchritudinous - all acceptable descriptions. Hardly just cute.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
Desperate.
— He rolled his eyes. That was the third nail in the coffin to this whole fiasco. Kennedy wanted him to pose as a paid escort (which embarrassed him) to a desperate woman (which scared him) and take her to a wedding (which nauseated him.)
He's totally caught me, and I'm never letting him toss me back.
— Cassie Mae, Doing It for Love
Laird suffered second degree burns ...in the frank and beans area, if you know what I mean."	Trent winced. That must have been one hell of a breakup.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
Amanda, whether you know it or not, I'm all the security you'll ever need. I would never let anyone harm a single hair on your head.
— Stephanie Evanovich, The Sweet Spot
Maddie had seen commercials for Match Made Easy on TV. They seemed like a decent business and legit. She hoped. She prayed they weren't out of her price range. Not that it mattered - time was running out. She'd pay anything to prove to her family she wasn't cursed. Plus, Ryan would be there, most likely with that cheating blonde of his. She bet anything they'd both love to see her at her lowest point: jobless and dateless. Well, no one was going to feel sorry for her. Not her cousin and certainly not the best man, either. She'd show them all. And since she couldn't find a wedding date to her sister's wedding on her own, it looked as if she'd be forced to do the next best thing. Hire one.
— Jennifer Shirk, Wedding Date for Hire
Sorry! I didn't mean to say that," I mumble into the pillow next to her head."Oh.""No! I mean, I meant what I said. I just didn't mean to tell you.
— Victoria Denault, Making a Play
Beauty is more than perfect features, Birdy. There's something about you that draws everyone to you, the way flowers turn toward the sun. You walk into a room and the place comes alive. You are beautiful, Birdy. All the more so because you don't even realize it.
— Suzanne Woods Fisher, The Imposter