Quotes from Jill Shalvis

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

You said you'd kiss me if I lost Tank. --- You want me to kiss you? Oh boy. You were happy I'd lost your puppy? He was looking like he was still thinking about smiling as he glanced down at Tank, tucked under his arm. No. That would make me an asshole. Right...

She was like a drug. The most addicting kind, and he had a problem—he was pretty sure that she was developing feelings for him. He had no idea what to do with that, or with is own feelings, which were definitely getting in his way. This whole no emotional attachment thing had gone straight to shit. Because Mallory Quinn was emotionally attached to every person she ever met, and she had a way of making that contagious. He craved contact with her in a way that he wasn't experienced with.

We weren't always here for her, Ford said quietly. So we're a little overprotective. I won't apologize for that. But she's everything to me, and I'm not a complete idiot. I can see that you're everything to her. All I want is for her to be someone's everything. Done, Nick said without hesitation.

I don't want to scare the guests with a big old guard dog," Tara protested. "Safety is far more important than worrying about what anyone else thinks," Sawyer told her. "You're right, of course." Tara looked at her sisters. "We'll think about both an alarm and a dog." "We can borrow Izzy from Jax," Maddie said. "Sure," Tara said. "And she can lick the next bad guy to death.

I'm not too chicken, she said. I know exactly what I want. I honestly thought I could do this with you, the whole friends-with-benefits thing. She slowly shook her head, her eyes suspiciously shiny. But as it turns out, I can't. Now with you, Adam. With you, I want it all. (...) It's not that simple for me, he heard himself say. Of course it is. Life is as simple as you make it, Adam. You're born. You live. You die. I don't plan on dying without doing the living part, though.

If you're going to ask me if the muffins are low fat, you should know I'm running out of places to hide all the dead bodies.

Boner, Peanut said. Oh no, Jade said to the parrot. No, no, no...you can't say- Boner Oh G-d Jade panicked. Peanut- Pretty bird, Dell broke in, smiling at the parrot and speaking low and soft. Such a pretty girl, Peanut. Peanut preened under his admiring tone. Pretty Peanut.

Ben was in his truck, window down, idling at the curb, dark lenses hiding his eyes from her, looking effortlessly big and badass. The way she wished she felt.

Maddie swallowed hard and tried to channel… which actress? Damn, she couldn't think of an actress to save her life! She was on her own.

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

So I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget. Good plan. His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. I'm sorry I forgot our date.

He shouldn't be inclined. 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. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.

Men are like parking spots. All the good ones are taken, and those that aren't are inaccessible." PHOEBE TRAEGER

I made a tactical error tonight with Wyatt. She paused Horizontally. Sara laughed. Again?

The sign on the front door explaining what kind of meeting: NA-NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS Someone had attached a sticky note that said: EMPHASIS ON THE A, PEOPLE! Ty didn't know wheather to be amused that only in Lucky Harbor would the extra note be necessary, or appalled that the town was trusted with the anonymous at all.

He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloe's belly.

She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand. All I have left is my pants, he said. Yes, please. It's cold, Chloe. She tilted her head. Are you worried about shrinkage? Well, he was now. -Chloe and Sawyer

Started to go to the gym," she said. "You know, to work off some of the baby fat. Only I couldn't find my membership card and a new one was ten bucks. And since a doughnut and coffee was only three bucks, guess who saved seven bucks this morning?

But you make of it [life] what you can, and you do your best to enjoy the hell out of it, because it's the only life you get.

Well, it looks like you're on a mission to kill someone, Grace said. And since you won't look good in an orange jumpsuit, I thought we could discuss. I'd totally rock an orange jumpsuit. No one rocks orange. Talk to me.

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

Why do we always fight?" she whispered. "You know why." Yeah, she did. "It's science." "Combustible chemistry," he agreed. "Dangerous.

Tag opened the door to his knock, and with a look of disappointment, peered behind Wade. You got someone better coming over? Wade asked him. Pizza, Tag said.