Quotes from Suzanne Brockmann

You could borrow the money from your dad. Or one of your brothers." "I could also sell my soul to Satan," Chelsea retorted, pushing her chair back from her desk and starting to pace.

Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force!

You brought condoms on a training operation?" Harvard laughed as he opened one of the Velcro pockets of his vest. "Yeah. You did, too. You should have three or four in your combat vest. To put over our rifle barrels in case of heavy rain, remember?

She took a deep breath and gave him a somewhat tentative smile. "You see, I need a date for my wedding." He stared at her, convinced he'd misunderstood. "You need a what?

been in the negotiators' room when the girl, Gina, had been attacked. Rumor had it that he'd thrown up. Tossed his

But I heard that the worst of your addictions started while you were making Kill Zone II.

Max was shaking his head. "Careers are going to be made, based on what happens over the next few days," he pointed out. Jules just looked at him for several long seconds. "That might be truly the most offensive thing you've ever said to me.

he'd been staring at her breasts again. Her eyes were no longer soft. "You do that all the time, you know." Her voice shook slightly. Damn, he'd gone and pissed her off again. And after she'd been looking at him so warmly. "I'm sorry." "I hate it when men like you do that. When you carry on entire conversations with my chest.

You love me," he said. "That's all I need to know." "You always say the right thing," Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. "Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for.

there's no such thing as an underwear elf. Even when it goes missing, it's somewhere in the room. So make sure you find it." -- DARK OF NIGHT by Suzanne Brockmann

When you sit that way, you look kind of like a beach ball with a head," he continued. "Your haircut is really, really bad, I'm probably going to lose my job for helping you this way, and I'm dying to fuck you." He glanced at her. "That honest enough for you?

I'm going to carry you now," he told her, "so we can move even faster. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome.

My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.

Jenk shook his head as he headed for the rental car counter. He felt his shoulders tightening as he walked away, certain that Izzy wasn't quite ready to be silent or invisible yet. He was halfway there when Izzy shouted, "Jenkins! I wish I could quit yew!" Of course. The obligatory Brokeback Mountain reference. Jenk flipped Zanella a double bird without bothering to look back.

Sam found a chair under Robin's butt and evicted him from it, bringing it over to his pregnant wife."Sorry, I wasn't thinking," Robin apologized. "Thanks," Alyssa said to Robin as she sat down, even as she gave Sam a darkly amused look. "What?" he said. "I was just helping him think.

Life. Unfair and painful at times. But always moving forward, always shifting,changing, with times relentless passage smoothing down jagged parts until it no longer hurts quite so much to breathe.

Savannah, I've been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one's ever heard anything about, hoping that I'll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.

I know the M-word makes you nervous, but yeah. I'm talking about the big, permanent friendship. A little different from what Joe and Charles had, though. See, I want to be the kind of best friends who make love every night, who share all their darkest secrets and favorite jokes, and maybe even someday make babies together. I know that kind of friendship requires hard work, but you know, I'm pretty good at hard work. ~ Tom Paoletti, "The Unsung Hero

My favorite color is you.

That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.

Two Navy SEALs versus one angry seven-month-old," he mused, "The odds could go either way.

If you want, I can carry you—" "I'm fine," she said shortly. "Let's go." He'd said that wrong. He should have said, "I want to carry you.

He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.

Go fuck yourself!—Dan said genuinely pissed off. Izzy---I've found that I'm a little shy for such blatantly public display of self-affection. Besides, I like to be wined and dined before I have my way with myself. I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy.