Quotes from Jill Shalvis

The whole birth thing though," Elle said. "It just seems like a poor exit strategy, doesn't it?

Maybe I've already died and gone to heaven. She lifted her hand with a smile. You think this is heaven? You're touching and kissing me, he said. So yeah, I think this is heaven.

A suit is my work uniform, Sadie, nothing more. It's business, and also about professionalism and maturity, and to a lesser degree, image. I'm not going to wear a T-shirt and jeans into a business meeting with NASA, for example. Not when we're going to sit down and discuss future projects that could add up to billions of dollars. I'm not hiding behind my clothes, but I'm not being inauthentic either.

Look, we both know we don't need someone in our life to make it complete, but let's be honest. Having someone who knows your dark and angsty side and yet isn't scared off . . ." She shook her head. "It's the greatest gift ever.

Love was about showing up. Love was about being there for the people in your life during their darkest moments and doing your best to understand and support those people through whatever course their life took. Without judgment.

Apparently it'd been too long since her last social orgasm...

Lily drew him in with those eyes, her voice, the outer toughness she showed the world, the inner vulnerability she did her best to hide.

His expression was strained. I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble. I thought Wildstone was safe. It is. The trouble isn't going to come from the unknown. It's going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door. She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.

I gave up everything that didn't spark joy. Obsessive list-making. Kale. My high-stress job. My ex . . ." Harper was sure there was more, and if she hadn't given up list-making, she'd probably have it written down.

I didn't think I was capable of love back then, and I wasn't. Not until you. I loved you.

Harper was looking forward to living life as she wanted—without obligations or anything that preyed on or drained her emotions. Not that anything could drain them at the moment. Nope, her emotional gas tank was already on E for Empty

At her touch, he froze. Still turned away from her, he tipped his head back, eyes closed, and said her name in a low, husky, desire-filled whisper.

So what do you think I should do for myself then? Whatever feels right. She stared at him for the longest beat, and then she surprised him. She stepped close, so close they were toe-to-toe and everything in between, and his only thought was Oh, Christ, this feels right.

Pretend you still believe I'm that superhero

If it's got tires or testicles, it's gonna give you trouble.

You told me I shouldn't fall in love with you. Remember?" "Yeah, that's because I'm insanely stubborn. I've always thought I was so damn brave. I mean I put myself on the line every single day on the job." He laughed, and it was not in amusement. "But not my heart. Never my heart. And that doesn't make me brave at all. It makes me a coward.

The calories in chocolate don't count because chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, and everyone knows that beans are good for you.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.

Resetting the password only further frustrated her because the password had to include an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, and the blood of a virgin.

Hope was elusive, and a total bitch.

I don't want to rush you. Rush me through what? Us. He let out a low laugh. Babe, I've been here waiting all along. Waiting for you to be ready. He tugged her into his arms. Please rush me.

Just making sure you're okay." "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, trying to be a cool cucumber. This got her another mouth twitch. "I don't know, Speed Racer, maybe because you came in hot and just lost a fight with a manzanita bush. Do you need help?" "No, thank you." He gave her car a look of doubt.

She wished now she'd brought that vibrator as a flashlight instead of leaving it on the couch.

She had no idea what this odd hyper-awareness of him meant, but she was hoping it was nothing but simple orgasm withdrawal. Because orgasm withdrawal she could handle on her own. Probably. Maybe.