Quotes from Susan Mallery

But you were married. Didn't the former Mrs. Patrick tame you?" He moved closer. "Do I look tamed?" "Hmm." She squinted. "I think I can see little marks on your cheeks where the reins went.

Unfortunately, you're going to have to face the consequences of what happened. Your friends got you into trouble, and you're going to have to pay the price for that. You knew it was wrong to take the clothes, but you did it, anyway." She

Better to keep trying until you find something that makes you happy rather than choose something now and hate your job for the next twenty years.

The combination of his teeth gently grating on her skin and his tongue flicking back and forth was the most erotic experience of her life. A sad statement on her sexual experiences, but still true.

The first was that he drew her earlobe into his mouth and sucked. It didn't sound like much. Had someone described the event to her she would have been mildly impressed, but not overly so. However, having it actually happen was very different.

Phoebe, you're the most amazing lover I've ever had. You're sexy, responsive to the point of being a lethal weapon, sweet, funny, caring and if I had a box of condoms, I'd use every single one before sunup.

Forgiveness is a gift given by those with a full heart.

Yet there was something about Phoebe Kitzke. An innocence, maybe. No, that wasn't right. It was how she seemed trusting. More fool her. Or maybe him.

valuable. We have to take care of them.

Simon. She might not know many things, but

Life is short. You have to do what you can while you have the chance." His

She didn't know the going price of cattle on the hoof, or the per acre value of land in this part of the country, but from what she could tell, no Nicholson was ever going to die poor.

I'm not sure I'm the marrying kind. I don't even know if I want kids. I'm still at the keeping-a-plant alive stage of my life. Next, I'll consider getting a pet.

What? Are you on crack? I did no such thing.

Sometimes life was hard, she thought, walking across the grass to be with her friends. Just when you least expected it, you had to start over. There was pain in that, but also satisfaction. With or without her wanting it to, life moved on. And she would, too.

You're wallowing in guilt and he's playing the martyr. It's like living in the middle of Hamlet .

It was heaven. Pure and simple paradise. Even as he kissed his way along her neck, his palms circled, his fingers kneaded, and she sent up the white flag of surrender.

He was funny and charming, but also kind. It seemed the older she got, the more she appreciated kindness in people.

He gave her the kind of slow, sexy grin that had, for centuries, caused women to make very bad choices.

No. It's just that I don't want to be with you." He hesitated. "I'm not sure I ever loved you.

She pulled a laptop out of her backpack and booted it.

He towered over her as much while seated as he had while standing. Phoebe fastened her seat belt, then gave him a quick glance. Her heart did a one and a half somersault with a half twist at the sight of his profile. He looked good enough to be on a coin.

Was she quiet in bed, or a screamer? He was open to either.

We view the world on a molecular level. The building blocks, not the end results.