Quotes from B.J. Daniels

How do I know that you aren't manipulating me right now, like you do everyone else, to get what you want?" "Because if that was true, you and I would already be lovers.

What?" she said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny. She knew it was silly. He'd seen her at her absolute worst. "You just look so... cute," he said. "Clearly breaking the law excites you.

His look turned serious again, and she realized that it was more dangerous than his grin. "I know you, Kat Hamilton. I'd like to say I know you inside and out. Maybe someday soon...." She reached across him and opened his door. "In your dreams, Malone...." "Sometime I'll have to tell you how those dreams ended.

Are you trying to seduce me?" He shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "I have a rule. I never get involved with anyone connected to a story I'm working on...." "This rule of yours?" she asked. "How many times have your wanted to break it?" "A few times I was tempted." "And how many times have you broken it?" When he spoke, his voice sounded rough with emotion. "Never.

Best be ready for the consequences when you go poking a porcupine with a stick, missy. Someone's bound to get hurt and it won't be the porcupine.

When you were a teenager, where did you go to make out?" "Seriously?" She laughed nervously. "Aren't we a little old for that?" "I certainly hope not.

Had he only thought there was amazing chemistry between them?

It beats where my parents first made out. They went to the West Yellowstone dump. They sat in the dark and waited for the bears to come out." Max laughed, smiling over at her. "And then what?" "About the time the bars in town closed, the grizzlies would chase away the black bears. Everyone who was parked at the edge of the dump would turn on their headlights and watch the grizzlies dig in the garbage." "You Montanans really are a romantic bunch.

I was in love with a ghost.

You should know something about me. I joke around a lot. But I'm a pretty serious guy about some things. My job. My truck. My lucky boots." Which he just happened to be wearing tonight. "Making love.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that people aren't always who you think they are.

So, what's our next move?" He grinned. "I know what I'd like mine to be.

Stupid girl. Now she was going to have to die.

I want you to meet her. If for any reason you suspect anything strange about her ---" Hilde laughed. "I'll let you know if she tries to kill me.

He locked gazes with her. "I have to wonder why you aren't being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why.

Are we ever getting out of these mountains?" she asked without turning to look at him. He moved up behind her and put his arms around her. She leaned back against him. Her hair glistened with melting snow. She felt small in his arms. "We're going to get out of here," he whispered as he slowly turned her to face him. "Do you trust me?" She raised her head to meet his eyes and held his gaze for a long moment. "With my life.

It was on a night like this in 1967 that he'd first seen them. The memory was too fresh. He cursed himself for letting his thoughts take that particular path. "Don't be a damned fool," he said out loud, needing to hear something, even his own voice. "They aren't out there." And yet every fiber of his being knew better. They were here again. It was his only thought as he turned and tried to run, knowing it was a fool thing to do in the dark …

They rode up a trail until the trees parted and they got their first good view of Lone Peak across the valley and river. This late morning it was breathtaking. The stark peak gleamed against the deep blue of the big sky. No wonder this area had been named Big Sky.

Ya got to watch them bears, Lillie Girl," her father said, looking worried, " 'specially the renegade ones. They'll turn you every way but loose.

He'd been trying to save this woman in his dreams for years. Now here she was, all grown up, and he still felt helpless.

Often people meet other people by chatting via computer. They get to talking, seem to have a lot in common, even fall in love without ever meeting each other in person." The farmer was staring at him. "That's the craziest thing I ever heard." "Unfortunately, often the person on the other end of the chat isn't telling the truth about themselves. Jenna could have been lured by one of these people. They call it catfishing.

He started for his office, but something was bothering him. Turning back to her, he said, "I have to know. DJ walks in and you instantly like her. You've never liked any of the women I've dated, and you've never done more than share a few words with them on the phone. What is different about this one?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice down. Marge smiled. "You'll remember this one's name.

Hell, I've always like the man," he said now. "Until he became involved with my wife.

I want to die." May shook her head. "Let me get a knife." "I've made a horrible mess of things." "Haven't we all? If you don't want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen.