Quotes from B.J. Daniels

Every woman wants a cowboy.

He envied her, sensing that she lived each day as if it was her last.

She didn't need anyone to tell her he was all wrong for her and yet…

The motorcycle's headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it.

Getting over her had been impossible. A day hadn't gone by that he hadn't thought of her, yearned for her. Sometimes he felt as if he couldn't breathe if he didn't see her again. He'd had to come back to make things right no matter how it ended.

She knew even before his lips brushed hers, that he was going to kiss her - and she was going to let him.

He had to have this woman, knew his life would be worthless without her. The raging heat of that knowledge raced through his veins, stronger than desire, hotter than the passion that caught fire between them.

He was looking at the most exciting woman he'd ever met.

Hank Knight asked questions about Jesse Rose and an item that was taken from her crib the night she was kidnapped. His questions led our lawyer to believe Hank had knowledge about the crime and possibly where Jesse Rose is now. I think he got too close to the truth. Too close to the kidnapper's accomplice. And if I'm right then you can help me prove it.

He couldn't jeopardize the saloon because of some silly infatuation with an outlaw. Even one as beautiful as Mariah Ayers.

When she woke in the morning, there would be no glass on the floor. No comforter lying on the chair. Hawk Cahill, the cowboy hero to the rescue, would have been only a dream in the middle of her waking nightmare.

What will your family think, me showing up on their doorstep with my suitcase in hand?" "I'll carry your suitcase," he said.

His lips brushed over hers. She let out a sigh of relief and joy and pleasure. He pulled her tighter against him, taking her mouth with his own. She melted into him and the kiss, heart pounding, desire sparking along her nerve endings like a string of lit dynamite.

He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath.

She had to laugh. "You're making me hungry." "Me, too." His gaze locked with hers, making it clear it wasn't just barbecue he was hungry for.

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes.

Something about the Judge Raymond Randolph murder case. Something was wrong. He could feel it deep in his bones, like a sliver buried under the skin.

He breathed in the mesmerizing scent, knowing that if he touched her, if he turned her to face him, if he looked into those bottomless green eyes, he would be lost forever.

People often surprised you, especially the innocent-looking ones, she'd found.

We all have choices. Some are harder than others. What I'm hearing is that you feel trapped. Sounds like you're the only one who can change that. Just make sure you don't latch on to the first life raft that comes along. It wouldn't be fair to anyone to find yourself trapped in some other way, now would it?

That woman is here to destroy you," she whispered.

I have a killer loose on the ranch and all I can think about is kissing you again.

I'm not going to apologize for kissing you. I've wanted to since the first time I laid eyes on you. Only back then, I was just a boy.

She was a woman who'd foolishly married a handsome, smooth-talking man. Now she was living a bad country song.