Quotes from Linda Howard

Jumping from a high altitude required oxygen. Jumping at night required night-vision goggles. Jumping at all required either nerves of steel or the brain of a hamster. Her nerves definitely weren't steel, so Jina figured her brain was rodentlike.

She hadn't been broken; she'd been furious and hurt, but never broken...

Me abruma su amabilidad. —Sí, lo sé. Sólo superada por el tamaño de mi... ego.

The old ladies were dressing up, she thought; the clouds draped around the mountains' shoulders like a dirty boa, with the snowcaps jutting above and the broad green bases below.

No matter how many orgasms you have, if you have any common sense to begin with, it always comes back.

You can't miss what you've never had.

Do you want me? she whispered, licking him again. She felt very warm, and slightly drunk with her feminine power. Desire was unfurling inside her, opening like a flower. Her breasts throbbed, and she rubbed them against his leg. He gave a strangled laugh, almost undone by her natural sensuality. Look a few inches to your right and tell me what you think.

This life wasn't all there was; there was more, much more, and when people spoke of death as passing they were exactly right, because the spirit passed on to that other level of existence. Knowing that was the most comforting thing she could imagine.

Men were such victims to their own hormones. Machismo had killed a lot more people than PMS.

I'm not good at games, Robert. Don't kiss me unless it's for read. Don't come around unless you mean to stay. Do you mean marriage? he asked coolly, his expressive eyebrows lifting. ...if you're looking for a summer affair, I'm not your woman. His mouth twisted as an unreadable expression crossed his face. Oh, but you are. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet.

hurting was better than dying.

He stood looking down at her for a moment, then walked to the window and raised it. Let's let the storm in, he said, and then it was with them, filling the half-dark room with sound and vibration. The rain-chilled air washed over her, cool and fresh on her heated skin. She sighed, the small sound drowned out by the din of thunder and rain. There by the window, with the dim grey light outlining the bulge and plane of powerful muscle, Wolf removed his wet clothing.

Mientras tanto, en este lado de la mesa se siente mucha atracción. ¿Qué se siente en el suyo?

Obsessions were funny things; unhealthy ones could ruin lives, but some obsessions lifted people to higher planes of life, made them shine with a brighter light, burn with a hotter fire, and if those obsessions weren't fed, then the person withered, a life blighted by starvation of the soul.

I don't argue, waste of time and effort. I listen to opinions, though

Not so wide that a woman would feel as if she might fall in, and not so small it looked as if he'd just sucked a lemon like Ronald Trump's, or whatever his name was. All in all, Richard's lips looked just right.

She had learned that if you kept asking the same question, you would often get different answers, and eventually the evasions would cease and the real answer would emerge.

And if you do anything to hurt my mom's cat, I'll take you apart cell by cell. I'll mutilate your DNA so it can never reproduce, which would probably be a good thing for the world.

If he's in love with someone else, then what does it matter whether or not he's slept with her?

Jay stepped into the room, and for a split second both her heart and lungs seemed to stop functioning. Then her heart lurched into rhythm again, and she drew a deep, painful breath. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at the inert form on the white hospital bed, and his name trembled soundlessly on her lips. It didn't seem possible that this ... this could be Steve.

Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, Easy, easy, as he stroked the soft mounds. Steve, no. But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten. You're so soft. His voice roughened even more. God, how I've wanted to touch you. Come here, sweetheart.

She glanced at her watch. He'd been massaging his legs for half an hour. I think that's enough, she said firmly. Don't you want to go back to bed? He straightened up in the wheelchair and his teeth flashed in a grin. Baby, I'm so tired of that bed, the only way you could get me back in it would be if you crawled in there with me.

She shook her head, as if she couldn't

She whimpered softly into his mouth. We can't, she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart. The hell we can't, he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. Jay, baby, don't' stop me now!