Quotes from Jill Shalvis

I've heard that men are like fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. Me, I just want to do the stomping.

You might be fearless," he whispered. "You might be independent, but on the inside you're just as in need of love as the rest of us.

My parents mean well, Grace said. They want me to succeed. Well of course, Mallory said. They love you. But I'm thinking success and happiness don't get along. Sometimes you have to sacrifice one for the other.

Not despised. Despised is a little strong. It implies that I'd unplug your life support to charge my iPhone, so I save that word for things like chia seeds, infomercials, and slow walkers in the aisles of the grocery store.

You're sweet to humor me. He nearly choked on a fry. There was the sweet again. He should have killed someone this week; that would have taken care of that.

That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He never second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted.

down to the floor, she accepted that she was

I figured you'd come here and try to do something stupid." "I did nothing of the kind." "You don't consider ducking beneath that yellow tape stupid?" "Only if I'd gotten caught.

Men are like roses. You have to watch out for the pricks." PHOEBE TRAEGER

Never agree to marry a man because he has potential. Men are not like houses; they do not make good fixer-uppers.

We're all angels," Elle, another bridesmaid, said. "And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly . . . on a broomstick.

Inside, the two men holed up in Donald's office for a few minutes, where apparently no vaginas were invited.

Here was the thing: life sucked if you let it ... Caffeine helped. For up to thirty-eight blissful minutes it could even trick her into thinking she was in a decent mood.

What does a sign on an out-of-business brothel say?" He beamed. "Beat it, we're closed.

Most of my wrinkles are from laughter, except for these right between my eyebrows. These are my 'WTF' lines and those suckers are deep, all given to me by our family dinners.

Maybe you were frisking her, Ethan suggested with a smile. In return, Jacob suggested something with his middle finger. Huh. Again with the no comment, Ethan noted. Maybe she wore out your tongue?

Nice," the clerk said without a smidgeon of judgment in his voice as he rang her up. "I especially like the way you've got the entire junk food pyramid represented here. That's not easy to do." She had a rack of donuts, two pies—one lemon, one cherry—a pint of caramel delight ice cream, a family-size bag of chips, and now cookies as well. "Bad breakup?" the clerk asked.

I don't have a nervous system, I am a nervous system...

He hadn't shaved that morning, she noticed. Maybe not for a handful of mornings, and the scruff gave his square jaw a toughness that suggested the wild teenager had long ago become a man.

With that same small smile still playing on his mouth, Aidan lifted his hands in a stance of mock surrender and took a step back. Which meant she couldn't very well run him over now. Instead she let her tires chirp as she accelerated out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were on her heels. Because in a way, they were.

The thought of you leaving and staying away made me want to drop to my knees," he said. "How's that for someone who doesn't care? It's been three days, twelve hours, and six minutes without you.

Life was short, so grab it by the balls and run.

She stilled in the early-morning sun and slowly turned to face Parker, who'd followed her out. He wore his clothes with the same ease he'd worn nothing at all. And dammit, she really needed to stop thinking about that.

sometimes adulthood felt like the vet's office and she was the dog excited for the car ride—only to find out the destination.