Quotes from Pamela Clare

Do you want to lie low, or do you want to be part of the takedown?" "Are you kidding me?" She grabbed her panties out of his hand, stepped into them. "Give me a freaking weapon.

I am _not_ a woman from your village." His eyes narrowed. "No, you are not, for if you were, you would be grateful for the better fate Connor has won for you with his blood. Rather than thinking only of yourself, you would be beside him now, tending his hurts.

Killy arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Don't be thinkin' you can deceive this old man. I've been makin' a fool of myself over women since before you were born.

Just like James fucking Bond.

Vic's jaw snapped shut. "You didn't tell me the men here were all so … hot." Lexi shrugged. "It's Colorado.

They danced slow circles in the sand, Javier singing the words to the Spanish version of the song, the melancholy music putting a strange ache in his chest, an ache he saw reflected in her eyes. Was she feeling what he was feeling?

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.

Seriously? A cowboy hat? Was he trying to slay her? What was next? Cuddling puppies against his shirtless chest?

He felt empty, broken, defeated.

You live life wi' death on your heels. For your sake, lass, I promise to stay one step ahead.

God, she was a sight. Just watching her made his heart beat faster. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was, or had a life of working in pantsuits and facing down society's violent assholes left her unaware of her own feminine appeal?

Rossiter wasn't really on leave. He'd had a catastrophic fall a few years back while saving his wife's life and had lost a leg. He

You know, I've always wondered why they call themselves 'special agents.' All FBI agents are special agents. Apparently, there are no ordinary agents in the FBI, but no one's special if everyone's special.

I'm a park ranger. He's a Special Forces veteran, a SWAT sniper, and an ex-con. If he can't shoot this guy, he can beat the shit out of him in a hundred dirty ways you and I can't imagine.

Hey, I gotta take a piss. Want to come with me? Said no man ever.

But I should be the one to check! It's my house, and you shouldn't have to do it just because you're the man." He cast her a withering glance that was probably lost in the darkness. "Burn a bra if you want, but don't be ridiculous!" "Reece!" "What?" "Be careful!

We're the eighth and ninth dwarves—Gimpy and Barfy.

The Agency's job is keeping secrets. You could ask about the weather, and they would neither confirm or deny that there IS weather.

If I could, I would gather the stars from the sky and lay them at your feet. Your love has been my salvation.

You are the most beautiful thing in my world.

But I recall it a bit differently. I told you that you stank, and you called me daft and told me I ran like a lass.

Janet awoke to the delicious sensation of Jack's callused hand sliding over the bare skin of her ass. "Good morning, angel." His voice was deep and sleepy.

You take a shower, do whatever you do in the morning. I'll make us some breakfast." "Won't you take a shower with me?" He grinned. "I'd be happy to be your rubber duckie.

She slid her arms around him, rested her head against his chest. "You really are a softie, aren't you?" He held her fast, kissed her damp hair. "Don't tell anyone." "Your secret is safe with me.