Quotes from Jill Shalvis

Let's start with where you are,' he said. 'You're here.' Taking her hand, he pressed it to his chest above his heart.

Tara moved into the kitchen and went still at the condition of it. Formica countertops, she said as if she'd discovered asbestos.

It was incredibly hard to hold on to resentment for someone when you'd had your tongue down their throat. Plus, he kissed like magic.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

He needs to be the kind of guy who thinks you're beautiful when you're not. So, for example, he wouldn't care if you live in yoga pants even though you hate yoga.

Silence reigned. Well, except for Mallory's thundering heartbeat. She was in an attic loft, flat beneath her Mr. Wrong. Her common sense was screaming flee! But her secret inner bad girl was screaming oh please can't we have him? Just once? -Mallory

Josh had made a lot of mistakes in his life, and he'd tried to learn from all of them. He definitely tried to not repeat them. Hiring Grace had been his favorite mistake so far.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

Having plans sounds like a good idea - until you have to put on clothes and leave your house.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

You're green. Tell me you have the flu." "No." "The shoulder?" "Yeah." "Well, fuck me." "I'd rather not.

It wasn't entirely his fault that he was so emotionally challenged, she thought, putting a hand on his jaw. "You're so pretty, Joe. It's really a shame that you're such a dumbass.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

But dammit, she was tired. Tired of doing what was expected, tired of feeling like she was missing something.

A hint about women,' Mick said to Cliff. 'Never in the history of all history has telling a woman to calm down ever calmed one down.

Are we going to be stupid?" she whispered. "Define stupid." "Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts." Or their hearts… "I want to hear about your favorite body part," he said. "In great detail.

Listen, we watch Law and Order. We know shit happens. And shit's happening.

Residents tended to consider it a God-given right to gossip and nose into people's business, and no one was exempt. -Lucky Harbor

Sixty-five seconds, he said. You weren't breathing for sixty-five seconds after we found you. I lived and died during each one of them. He let out a breath. Never again.

You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in." She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. "Nice," she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. "Mr. 2008." He bit back a sigh. "It's for charity." "And you definitely contributed.

If I ever get the chance to eat you, I promise you'll like it.

You're taking a stray cat but leaving behind your man?" Colbie's heart twisted. Her man… "He doesn't fit into the cat carrier.

I think you have a case of being a little girl. Maybe you should prescribe yourself a heavy dose of man-the-fuck-up.

Gotta be a full moon bringing out the crazy," Mitch said. "Maybe the crazy just follows you," Aidan suggested. In turn, Mitch suggested Aidan was number one. With his middle finger.