Quotes from Jill Shalvis

And speaking of footwear, yours are on the wrong feet." Keller looked down at his shoes and scratched his head before tipping his head up again. "But I don't have any other feet," he finally said.

She'd read somewhere that every woman got a freebie stupid mistake when it came to men.

It's okay to be stupid in love, she assured him, patting him like he was a little boy instead of a full-grown man who was a head and a half taller than her. Once....

Arousal and embarrassment warred for space inside her, but she managed both with equal aplomb—she was nothing if not an excellent multitasker. "How long have you been there?

Smile. Be friendly. Ask "Can I help you?" in a tone that suggests you actually mean it, and not that you'd like to rip the head off whoever's interrupting you. (You smiling yet?)

Oh boy. "Aren't you afraid that might express personal interest?" His smile was a little naughty. "I've had my tongue down your throat. I'm pretty sure I've already expressed personal interest.

Thanks for being here for me, she whispered. He started to answer flippantly, but stopped when he realized how much it meant to him as well, that he could be there for her. Anytime, babe. And for the first time in his life, he actually meant it.

She whipped around and found Hud standing there staring at her. He was in ski patrol gear today, looking official. And officially hot.

We all have horrible track records," he said. "It's what leads up to the real thing. It's what allows you to recognize it when it shows up.

You probably had more adventures today than I'll have in a lifetime. Walking must seem tame to you." "Elle, you're more of an adventure than anything that's ever happened to me.

Broccoli has almost as much calcium as milk," she told him, amused. "It gives you strong bones." His gaze slid to hers, and she felt her face heat again. He had strong bones. And as they both knew, a few minutes ago, he'd had one particularly strong boner to boot. But mercifully he let the comment go.

So we're still…friends?" Aubrey asked. "We weren't ever really friends," Ali admitted. "I'm too jealous of your hair.

Pru Harris's mom had taught her to make wishes on pink cars, falling leaves, and brass lamps, because wishing on something as ordinary as stars or wishing wells was a sign of no imagination. Clearly

But even though she's started the game in the first place, she no longer wanted to play. Somewhere along the way, her heart had flipped on her. She could pretend to be a bad girl all she wanted. It was only an illusion. The truth was, she needed more than sex. And that really pissed her off about herself.

There were some men who just knew how to kiss, the kind of kiss that could send a woman reeling. The kind of kiss that could take away problems and awareness and … and everything. The kind of kiss that could shatter her into a trillion little pieces. The kind of kiss that somehow both calmed her body and soul even as it wound her up for more. Aidan was that kind of kisser.

A miniature dancing bear that had to go potty. Scooping him up, Grace ran for the front door, getting him outside just in time for him to race to the closest tree and lift a stumpy leg. Toby, still in his Star War's pj's, trotted across the yard to join him in anointing the tree.

Colbie looked at Spence. "Are you sure you're not in a relationship with Elle?" "No, I'm in a relationship with bad judgment.

So if there was a Santa Claus, what would you ask him for?" he asked. You, she nearly said. She'd want him for Christmas and no take backs.

It's just tea, you weirdo. And I could totally survive without it if I needed to." She paused. "I just can't guarantee anyone else's safety.

He snorted. "Elle, you're always right. It's your world and we all just live in it.

He stepped closer. Lily--- No. Stay back, she said, pointing a finger at him. He went still. Why? Because when you come close I do stupid things. Like? Like let you kiss me. Let me? He laughed ruefully. Lily, you just about crawled up my body to get at these lips. She narrowed her eyes. Like I said. Stupid.

We're sisters. Sisters are supposed to tell." "Yes, but I'm the oldest." She went into some complicated upside-down yoga pose. "Oldest sisters are supposed to be perfect." "Says who?" "Older sisters.

A sign warned her to keep a lookout for river otters, osprey—what the heck were osprey?—and bald eagles.

Feel free to kiss it better.