Quotes from Jill Shalvis

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal

A haiku about getting out of bed: No no no no no. No no no no no no no. No no no no no.

Death is hereditary. Make sure you enjoy each day before it catches you.

And then I went on to make the most of those two years. It's over and done, Aubrey, he promised. And anyway, I'm hoping if I play my cards right, you're going to give me a lifetime.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

Fifty Shades of Grey is only romantic because the guy's a billionaire. If he was living in a trailer, it'd be a Criminal Minds episode.

The truth was, she'd never really thought about love before—the heart-pounding, can't-live-without-you kind of love that grows in the pit of the stomach and spreads outward until you're warm all over. The kind of love you know is real because you've got not one single teeny, tiny doubt that he'd be there for you, no matter what

When life knocks you down," she said to Lanie after getting yelled at by a very rude customer, "calmly get back up, smile, and very politely say 'You hit like a bitch, bitch.

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.

Truthfully, she was the best thing in his life and he was a complete idiot if he let her walk away from him.

Apparently some things, like Cheetos finger stains and the searing pain of grief, couldn't be fixed.

When it comes to you? Hell no," he said. "With you, I'm so far out of my league I can't even see the league.

The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe. Eat muffins.

Didn't see you coming, Kylie.

Are you okay? Fan-fricking-tastic. Only way today could get better is if I were scheduled for an appendectomy. Without drugs. In a third-world country.

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. Lock up, Willa. Dream of me. And she knew she would.

Maybe I didn't want to let you in," she said. Yeah, well, right back at ya, honey.

The kiss ignited like a rocket flash. Not that this surprised her. Everything pertaining to Mark seemed to burn hot and fast. Frustration, lust… His mouth was rough, hot and hungry on hers as he pulled her closer, taking control. She heard herself moan, kissing him with helpless desperation. If dessert was her usual drug of choice, it'd just been replaced because she couldn't seem to get enough of him.

By age thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

Gee, this has been fun," he said. "But I have to go watch paint dry now.

I remember that look, she said. It's the one you once gave Carlos right before you threatened to kick his ass. I can still kick ass, he said with absolute steel. I just wanted you to know that.

I'm tougher than this." He shook his head. "Somehow it doesn't matter how tough you are. You can be tough as hell and still be leveled flat without warning." She looked at him. "What do you do when you're leveled flat?" "You make a plan, you move on that plan, and you keep breathing

I'll remember you," she promised and did as she'd promised herself she would, she walked away.

Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn't going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his mouth, and when she made that noise deep in her throat, the one that said she was as lost as him, he groaned, both in pleasure and with a good amount of what-the-fuckery, because he knew. He was in trouble. Down to the bone trouble, and he didn't give one single shit.