Quotes from Cherry Adair

You took a quarter century off my age with that kidnapping stunt. No more going off with a strange men, hear me? -"You're a strange man." I'm your strange man.

Never run after a man or a bus, there's always another one in five minutes.

Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to my mouth. -Zane Cutter

Jake became excruciatingly aware of her, there, right behind him. The small grunts and groans as she placed each foot carefully on the slick ground reverberated in his gut. He wanted to turn around and tell her to shut the hell up. She sounded as though she was having sex. Good sex.

You took a quarter century off my age with that kidnapping stunt. No more going off with a strange men, hear me? -You're a strange man. I'm your strange man.

You skin is so soft. Smells like…" She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. "Sheer, unadulterated fear?

Did you see what happened? Hard to miss, he said dryly. Your boat went kaplooie. Tally blinked at his easy dismissal of two lives and a million-dollar boat. Is that the technical term for it?

You're not the boss of me," she told him breathlessly. His chuckle sounded strangled. "Pretend I am for a while.

I don't give a damn if you were the featured date du jour of the sultan of Brunei. Get it through your head: You're here under duress,my duress, and the second I can get you across the river, the better I'll like it. Even if Winkie wants me? Who the hell is Winkie? In answer, her gaze traveled to his crotch. Woman, Jake roared, beyond insane, do you have a death wish? Get in that bed, pull the covers over your head, and go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret.

The boat bounced hard on the waves. Reflexively, Tally shot out a hand to brace herself on the closest stable object. She stared in horror at her own pale fingers gripping the front waistband of the pirate's shorts. His purple Hawaiian shorts were now riding low, very low, on his hips, as the weight of her hand dragged the fabric down. And down...

Tally yanked her hand away and stuck it behind her back. God. I am so sorry. She'd touched him. Felt the heat of his tanned skin, felt the crisp hairs at his groin...felt...oh, man. Nice try, but no cigar. Want to go for two out of three? Tally closed her eyes and blew out a breath. Oh, this day just gets better and better. It's certainly looking up for me. With an amused glance, the pirate hitched his shorts back over the sharp angle of his hipbones. There'd been so sign of a tan line.

She sang. Loudly. Cheerfully. Defiantly. The sun will come up, to-mor-row... If the man battling the elements heard her, he gave no indication. She finished the songs she knew from Annie , then started on Phantom of the Opera. Tally sang to keep the fear tamped down. She sang to defy the storm. She sang to make sure God knew where she was since she couldn't think of an appropriate prayer. And she sincerely hoped He liked show tunes.

He should've let her drown. Tally Cruise had the most God-awful voice Michael had ever heard, and he'd heard some doozies in Asian karaoke bars. Fortunately the violence of the storm, and the thunder of the waves, drowned out most of it.

A.J. was one of the guys. One of the guys with breasts, a shapely butt, and sparkling green eyes.

Like what?Glass?Drugs?Oregano? Come on, sweetheart. Lighten up and have some fun.

Cooper! Move your ass. Yes, sir, O captain, my captain, she muttered, thinking briefly about ho tempting it was to slam something heavy into his hard head. She could make her escape while he was out. Of course, when he came to, there wouldn't be a country big enough to hide in. The satisfaction, however, just might be worth it.

extricating herself from tricky situations unscathed. She'd never met a lock she couldn't pick or a tight spot she couldn't wiggle out of. Be that actual or verbal. But she'd hit her first wall. And it scared the bejesus out of her how helpless she was right now.

Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to my mouth. -Zane Cutter