Quotes from Jill Shalvis

Just because I don't plan on finding The One, doesn't mean I'm not interested in The One For Now…

Aidan Kincaid, wearing cargo pants and a dark blue T-shirt with a Search-and-Rescue emblem on the pec, a radio on his hip, looking dusty and hot and tired and sexy as hell.

Because if she had to be off-track and a little lost, then she was going to have fun while she was at it, dammit.

He had no desire to take a walk down Memory Road either, especially when that road had ended in a spectacular crash with no survivors. Just the walking dead.

Maybe she could just move to Iceland. Iceland might be far enough to escape the humiliation, but probably not. Dammit. She'd kissed a perfect stranger, just accosted him on her doorstep. And… now her heart hurt. Maybe an impending heart attack would explain her behavior.

He doesn't seem that nervous to me," Parker said. Oreo farted audibly. Zoe fanned the air. "See? Nervous." Parker laughed. "My guess would be he's eaten some of your cookies.

He smiled. "And you liked what you saw." Oh God. She had. She really, really had. She closed her eyes and wished for a big hole to swallow her up. "I hardly even noticed you were naked.

Wrapping his hand up in her ponytail, he gently but firmly tugged until she lifted her face to his. "If I'm going to be in your bed, Sophie, you're mine for the duration.

Her fingers danced over the sculpted landscape of his sleek back and then came around to his chest, where she could once again feel the beat of his heart, not nearly so steady now.

If overthinking burned calories, I'd be dead.

He was a smart enough guy to get that she was the one for him. He was also smart enough to know that he was going to have to work his ass off for it.

My shoes," she said. ""I've got to take off my shoes." "Those aren't shoes. Those are evil devices designed to blow a man's mind, and they're staying on," he said in a very sexy voice.

Opening her eyes, she looked right at him. She saw her life, her heart echoed in his eyes, and she burst in a kaleidoscope of colors and emotion, unlike anything she'd ever felt.

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count.

on a scale of mental breakdowns from Justin Bieber to Britney Spears, I think I'm about a Shia LaBeouf.

Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper.

WELCOME TO LUCKY HARBOR! Home to 2,100 lucky people And 10,100 shellfish

five minutes later she and Keane walked out to his truck. He set the cat carrier carefully in the backseat like maybe it was a ticking bomb but made her smile when he hesitated and then locked a seatbelt around it. When he caught her watching, he shrugged. She's just ornery enough to knock herself off the seat and die and then come back to haunt me, so I'm taking all necessary precautions.

This was not how she'd envisioned the day going when she got up this morning and made that bargain with God, the one where she promised to be a better person if he gave her a whole day where she didn't have to face anything from her past. But God had just reneged on the deal. Which meant she didn't have to be a better person…

Love is patient, love is kind." She smiled. "Love means oral sex without the pressure to reciprocate.

There's a big difference between want and need, she muttered to herself, picking her pad and pen back up. I mean I want a bikini body, but I need chicken nuggets.

You're good with your hands." He grinned, and she sighed. "I did not mean that the way it sounded." "Too bad," he said. "Because it's true.

KeepCalmAndRideAUnicorn

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