Quotes from B.J. Daniels

Why are you looking at me like that?" I'm counting your freckles. I've wanted to since I first laid eyes on you," he whispered, so close now that she could hardly breathe. She smiled to hide how nervous it made her. "I take it you have a lot of time to kill?

Don't you want to know the kind of woman I am?" When he said nothing, she continued. "I'm like your father. When I start something I finish it." Cull seemed to consider that before he turned toward her, his lips quirking into a grin as his eyes blazed with challenge. "Is that right?" Before she could react, he grabbed her and dragged her to him. His mouth dropped to hers in a demanding kiss as he pushed her back against the barn wall.

He would slay dragons for this woman.

Hope you like my gumbo." "I know we will," Colt said, and took a bite. "Not too spicy for you?" the cook asked with a laugh. "As long as it doesn't melt the spoon, it's not too spicy for me.

He closed his eyes, cursing the man to hell. Colt was a dead man.

I have a suspicious mind, and murder is kind of my business.

Ledger is still in love with Abby," he said with a sigh. "I can't see any way that can have a happy ending." Just like his own situation, he though. "Boone, well, he's ornery enough that it will take a special woman to turn his head.

I thought of you as a god, but now I see that you are nothing but a man with a man's weaknesses.

Without the cops or the feds, the two of them were on their own. And Jack had no idea what they were up against. All he knew was that he now had the assumed future president's daughter's life in his hands.

I like the clothes, too. I should shop flea markets more often." He laughed at that. "You'd look good in anything, even rags.

Tell me you have a plan." He swore when Colt didn't answer right away.

The first thing we're going to do is buy you a pair of cowboy boots, woman." She laughed. "That's the first thing?" Cull dragged her into another kiss, this one hotter than the last. "Maybe not the first thing.

Great, you know how I love zombies. Except you can't kill zombies.

Seriously? You tried to ride a bucking horse?" "You did the same thing." He nodded. "But you're..." "Female? You noticed." She grinned at him and realized she was flirting about the same time he did.

If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

She angled her head to look up at him. Her blue eyes were huge in the moonlight. One tear still clung to her lash, looking like a shining jewel. He touched it with his fingertip and it dissolved, warm and wet into his skin. His gaze shifter to her bowshaped mouth. Her lips trembled, then parted. A soft mew of a sound escaped them. There was nothing to do but kiss her.

You will die in this house.

She dropped her voice to a hoarse whisper that turned his blood to slush. "You will wake up and find me standing over your bed. You will see the flash of a blade before I plunger it into your heart. My face will be the last thing ever see.

You've made a terrible mistake.

I can't understand why anyone would ever leave here," he said if as captivated by their surroundings as she was. "It's...breathtaking." He pulled up to the house and cut the engine before he looked over at her. "Just like you.

Here she was on her wedding night and nothing about it was as she'd once dreamed. Dierdre "Drey" Hunter Baxter. Married to the wrong man.

This woman was the catalyst that had jarred him out of his mere existence and dragged him back into life. She had made him feel, even made him hope, both dangerous for a man like him with a past like his.

Everything was going to be all right, she told herself. Every woman got wedding jitters, right? Every woman felt a little nauseated at the thought of her first love on her wedding day. Every woman saw herself lying face down, dead in a pond.

What man didn't join his wife on their wedding night?