Quotes from B.J. Daniels

You're a real cowboy." He laughed. "You're just now realizing that?

Jace watched as the moon rose over the pines and scattered the mountainside with fool's gold. He rested against a large tree trunk as he leaned back into the dark shadow of the boughs and kicked himself mentally for thinking this was going to be easy. He should have known finding someone as complicated as Bo Hamilton wouldn't be easy.

I want you, too, Hayes Cardwell, and that isn't the beer talking." They were so close she could see the shine of his dark eyes in the starlight. Without another word, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the cabin.

If there's one thing I've learned it's what a woman can do to a man's common sense. Admittedly, I never thought it would happen to you.

DJ saw the change in his expression the moment before he dropped the ax, reached out with his gloved hand and, cupping her neck, drew her to him. "I believe you owe me a kiss.

This wasn't the Lillie he'd left that night nine years ago. His Lillie was all fire and shooting rockets. His Lillie wasn't like any woman he'd ever known. His Lillie… wasn't his anymore.

I have a huge favor, but I should warn you up front it's not just dangerous. It's illegal." His friend laughed. "Don't sugarcoat it on my account.

Lillie woke to darkness an instant before a large warm hand clamped down over her mouth…

I know what you're up to." "I doubt that." Hayes leaned toward her, his hand looping around the back of McKenzie's neck as he gently drew her to him. "Because if you could see what I was up to, then you'd know I was about to kiss you.

A half mile down the hillside, he could see Warren's pickup stop in a cloud of dust. Hud watched Dana get out. She was still beautiful. Still prickly as a porcupine. Still strong and determined. Still wishing him dead.

You don't have to treat me as if I'm made out of glass and might break," she said. "I'm a lot stronger than I look." "Is that right?" He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him right there in the street between their vehicles. Her full lips parted in surprise. Her sweet, warm breath commingled with his own. She let out a soft moan as he tasted her. Drawing her even closer, he deepened the kiss, demanding more.

She looked over at Austin. Light from one of the yards shone on his handsome face, catching her off guard. He wasn't just handsome. He was caring and kind and capable, as well. She warned herself not to let one kiss go to her head. Of course, she felt something for this man whod' saved her life twice and probably would have to again before this was over. But her pulse was still pounding hard from the kiss. It had been the best kiss she'd ever had.

Her emotions boiled up like one of the Yellowstone geysers just down the road. First shock and right on its heels came fury. When Hud had left town five years ago, she'd convinced herself she'd never have to lay eyes on that sorry son of a bitch again. And here he was. Damn, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse.

She promised herself she wouldn't do it even as she reached out, her fingers trembling, and adjusted the side mirror to look back.

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Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you." "I still want to kill him," Dana whispered. "Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned.

Brody McTavish. Harper grimaced in embarrassment. She'd been half in love with him as far back as she could remember. Not that he had looked twice at her. He'd been the handsome rowdy teen she used to spy on from a distance.

These chocolates made you close your eyes and moan and were right up there with sex. Well, not sex with Hud. Nothing could beat that.

Brick stood silhouetted against the frozen lake through this front window. "Be careful. It sounds like you've got at least one killer out there. Someone who thought they'd gotten away with murder. It's easier to kill after the first time, they say.

What's for dinner?" "Roast beef. I heard it was a woman's body buried on Hamilton Ranch and that her body had been mummified." "Roast beef and mummified should never be used in the same sentence," he joked as he headed toward the refrigerator for a beer.

Let me give you a little piece of advice. Most men like to do the chasing." Well, most men would have caught me by now.

He met her challenging gaze. "You really have no idea what is good for you," he said as he caged her against the side of the pickup with a hand on each side of her. I used to think you would be good for me," she said quietly, her voice rough with emotion.

He'd never been able to say no to her – even when he should have known that a girl like her wanted something better than a cowboy like him.

He'd never doubted he would return – he just hadn't expected it to take nineteen years.