Quotes from Jill Shalvis

If thought bubbles appeared above my head, I'd be so screwed.

My favorite exercise is a cross between a lunge and a crunch. I call it lunch.

Yes, she whispered against his mouth. I'll be yours. And that makes you mine as well, you know. You ready for that? He grinned. It's all I ever wanted.

Anxiety is having 99 problems and 86 of them are made-up scenarios that might never happen, but you stress about them anyway.

Ugh. You're being . . . you." "Was that in English?" "This is all your fault." "Nope. Definitely not English." "You're being all hot and sexy, dammit," she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. "And I can't seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.

I took one look at you," Hud said to Bailey, "and control went flying out the window. You tore down the brick wall around my heart one smile at a time.

I'd give up being a bitch, but I'm not a quitter.

He slid a hand into her hair, tightening his grip enough to lightly tug her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep.

Chocolate is good for three things. Two of them can't be mentioned in polite company.

She'd offered him her friendship. Her body. And he'd taken both. He wanted to keep them both. And he also wanted more, so much more. He wanted her heart, like she had his.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be. Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out. -Amy

What else?" With a shiver, she tightened her grip on his hair. He didn't care if she made him bald, as long as she didn't let go. "That you know my sweet spots." "You're one big, sweet spot.

Whatever you need… Always.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

I want in your life, Elle. All the way in.

No, adulting is like"—she searched for the right words—"looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

I've never been so tied to a place, to a person. Until you. But, she said when his eyes began to shutter, it's the way I want it. I want to be tied to you. He studied her for a long moment and then his lips curved. You're picturing it, aren't you, she said drily. Me tied. To my bed, he said on a low laugh. Yeah, a little bit. But mostly I'm liking knowing that you're tied to my heart.

why does the word 'pussy' equate to weakness, when even the slightest flick to a guy's 'balls of steel' sends him to his knees—but vaginas can push out an entire human being?

He remembered kissing her… falling for her. Then how she'd left the mountain without looking back, forgetting about him with shocking, heartbreaking ease. Now she was back. And she'd kissed him like maybe she hadn't forgotten him after all...

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

Aubrey didn't know what to think of this. People came here for books. Or, in Ben's case, to drive her crazy.

You're so pretty, Joe. It's really a shame that you're such a dumbass.