Jayne Ann Krentz Quotes

I think I'm going to cry, this is crazy."
"No, you're just processing. Go ahead and cry."
"I thought men got nervous around crying females."
"I'm a Marine, remember? We're trained to handle anything.

handiwork. One thing his background in construction had given him
was a certain skill in taking care of the little things that a husband and father was always being called upon to do.
Diana admired his ability in the home improvement department, and Colby knew he occasionally gave in to the urge to
show off.
She would

Joel looked at her. "I think I started to let go of the past the day I met you."
Letty smiled tremulously. "Fair enough. I did the same with a lot of my own past when I met you."
"In any event," Joel continued softly, "I don't have much choice but to put it all behind me, do I? I'm going to be too busy with my future to worry about
my past. Speaking of which, you looked very interesting with a baby in your arms, Madam President."
"Interesting?"
"Yeah. Interesting. I liked it.

It occurred to her that after what he must have seen in the course of his FBI profiling work, death by garden tools was probably a fairly tame scenario.

Maybe he's got a plan for proving that he was a victim of unethical research practices. Who knows? I can't begin to guess his objectives but I can promise you that there is nothing you or I or modern para-pharmaceuticals can do for him. We can't fix the monsters.

Sometimes it's a mistake to look too far down the road. There are times in life when you can't be sure of the pattern. You have to meet circumstances as they are.

Correct me if I'm wrong," he said, "but I was under the impression that you weren't looking for anything more than a short-term arrangement either, Miss Free Spirit."
She flushed. "I wasn't the one who ran for the door that night. I was doing just fine with the summer-fling thing."
"I did not run for the door. I left in a hurry, but I did not run."
"Details."
"Important details. And I'd like to remind you that I showed at your gallery the next morning," he said. "It's not like I didn't call. And how the hell do you think I felt when you told me that the sex had been therapeutic? You made it sound like a good massage or a tonic, damn it."
She bit her lip. "Well, it was in a way."
"Great. Well, do me a favor. The next time you want physical therapy, call a masseuse or a chiropractor. Or buy a vibrator.

boathouse. "Good night, Harley." "Don't give

And me?" Daphne prompted.
"You go with Abe because you're the one who knows how to get a read on people based on their living spaces."
"Oh, wow," Daphne said. "I get to play forensic designer."
"I see a book and possibly a TV reality show in this," Madeline said.
"Stick with me, kid." Daphne pushed herself up from the table. "I'm headed for the big time.

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The concept of psychic energy is easy for most people to imagine. After all, it's just one step beyond intuition - and almost everyone is comfortable with the idea of intuition.

He opened the next door in line, raised the VPX 4000 and fired off a shot.
A woman yelled at the same instant the flash exploded. Not Lillian, he realized. Someone else. This room was inhabited. Not frozen aliens. Warm bodies.
Two figures were illuminated in the intense light. A man with a serious erection dressed in a pair of red bikini briefs and a woman in a black leather bustier and high-heeled black boots.
J. Anderson Flint and Marilyn Thornley.
"Holy cow," Gabe said. "A.Z. was right. But it's worse than she thought. Wait'll she hears that they've thawed out two of the frozen alien life-forms.

Romance novels are tales of brave women taming dangerous men. They are stories that capture the excitement of that most mysterious of relationships, the one between a woman and a man. They are legends told to women by other women, and they are as powerful and as endlessly fascinating to women as the legends that lie at the heart of all the other genres.

through gritted teeth, "is to look through

Brandon's teeth flashed in a brief, knowing grin. "Hard to believe you're an old married man with one grown son
and another baby on the way, huh?"
"You're wrong," Colby said. "I don't have any trouble believing it at all. The reminders are all around me. And I'll
tell you something, kid. I wouldn't go back. Not for anything."
"Things are a lot better now?"
"Things are infinitely better now." Colby's mouth curved faintly. "The best they've ever been, in fact."
"I can tell. I'm glad you found

I am absolutely positive they're wrong."

"Why?"

"Because you belong to me, that's why." She swept out her free hand. "We're perfect for each other. I love you. Why do you need arcanematch.com? What's that woman they claim they found for you got that I don't have?"

The dangerous energy that had swirled around him shifted with disconcerting abruptness into sensual hunger.

"Interesting question," he said.

"The answer is nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. She's got absolutely nothing that I don't have. Don't bother to set up a date with her because there will be three of us there and I don't think she's going to feel real comfortable chatting with me, do you?"

"Don't know," he said. "It would certainly make for an unusual first date."

"Skip the snappy repartee. I am dead serious, Jake Salter Jones."

His mouth tweaked up at the corners. Heat burned in his eyes. "About me?"

"About you. And me. We're a match. Can't you see that?"

"Yes."

"What's more, there's no frickin' way those arcanematch.com people could have found anyone who will love you more than I do.

She wanted to scream her rage to the uncaring universe, but she couldn't breathe.

A lady with a past has nothing to lose. But a woman with a future can't be too careful.

See that's the thing about men and sex. Thinking doesn't usually enter into it - Luther
That explains so much - Grace

Life is too short to waste time on books that end badly

Travis looked up. He stared at the recorder and then he looked at Jack.
"Everyone said you were just a small-time security company," he said.
"I am a small-time security company," Jack said. "But I've got aspirations.

The romance genre is the only genre where readers are guaranteed novels that place the heroine at the heart of the story. These are books that celebrate women's heroic virtues and values: courage, honor, determination and a belief in the healing power of love.

How long were you standing up there spying on me?" she asked.
"You sure know how to make a man feel welcome.

next shout of anguish filled the grotto.
"It's okay, honey. I'm here."
"Dad? Where are you? Where's Diana? Is she all right? Oh, Christ. Dad, she's having the baby."
"Trust Diana to try to do this on her own." But Colby's voice was infinitely gentle and soothing as he kneeled
beside her. "Everything's going to be all right now, little amazon. I knew you would take good care of our baby until I
got here. I knew I could count on you."
Diana let go, giving herself up to the urgent, overwhelming need to push that was suddenly hitting her. Everything
would be all right now. Colby was here

He could afford to do things right this time around, and he didn't intend to settle for anything less. Colby knew he
wasn't doing it for the baby, who wouldn't know the difference between a shiny new crib and a cardboard box. He was
doing it for Diana. He wanted her to take pleasure in everything that had to do with the baby. She was a woman who
appreciated nice things, and he was determined that she would be surrounded by them while she cared for their child.
Colby finished adjusting the position of the crib and took one last look around the room. All was in order.
This time he was ready.
And so was Diana, he had decided

Absolute certainty is the greatest of all illusions.

Friends may come and go
but enemies accumulate.

I don't know, Joel," Letty said with a tiny considering frown. "I was just starting to get used to the idea of an affair."
"I told you, you're not really cut out for an affair, Letty."
"I thought I was handling it very well," she said.
"You're not the type.

He was standing apart from the others, a dark, brooding figure concealed in shadows.
Jacob Stone was a man who was at home in shadows.
Ever since Emily had first become aware of his existence five years ago, she had understood that he prowled the fringes of her family's world. He was part bodyguard, part troubleshooter and, to Emily's way of thinking, part enforcer for Ravenscroft International. Like the last of the lobo wolves, he was rarely seen in broad daylight, let alone in the firm's executive suites or at its glittering social functions. And the only times he had been invited into her father's private study were on those occasions when Emily had needed rescuing from her latest predicament.

Yes, that. Would you care to explain where the money is going, Madam President?"
Letty laughed up at him with warm, loving eyes. "Certainly, Mr. Blackstone. Do you want to hear the explanation before or after I tell you that I have
every reason to believe I'm pregnant?"
That very morning Joel had decided that it was probably not possible for him to be any happier than he was already. Now he realized he was
wrong. He forgot about the little matter of a fifty thousand dollar cost overrun and started to grin like an idiot.
"You're pregnant?" Joel ignored the embarrassed expression on the face of the blond Adonis. "You're going to have our baby?"
"It would appear so." Letty pushed her glasses up onto her nose and smiled demurely. "What do you say to that, Mr. Blackstone?"
Joel tossed the file over his left shoulder. The data on the ad budget was sent flying into the air.
Eyes gleaming, he walked over to Letty and lifted her carefully into his arms. "I say the hell with the fifty thousand dollars. What's a few bucks
between a president and her CEO?"
"I knew you'd be reasonable about it, Joel."
Joel carried her out the door and down the hall. "Let's go back to my office, Mrs. Blackstone, and discuss something far more important than ad
budget overruns."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Blackstone." Letty glowed up at him. "And this time we must remember to lock the door before we start our discussions."
Joel's laughter echoe

I didn't come in here to argue with a woman with big hair

What about all the passion and pizzazz?" Letty smiled up at him, her hands moving on his shoulders. "I'm really enjoying that part, Joel."
Joel laughed softly in the shadows. "Passion and pizzazz are our middle names, Letty my love. We've got enough to last us for the rest of our lives.

Showing signs of weakness was a good way to get eaten.

Two months later Joel loped down the stairs to the third floor and strode along the hall to the conference room. He walked through the door and
stopped short at the sight of Letty held high in the arms of a huge blond Adonis.

Funny thing about the past. The older you get, the less it matters.

She's here, Diana. Our little Tabby is here. Safe and sound."
Diana lifted her lashes and looked up at Colby. He was on his knees between her legs, holding his daughter in
Brandon's denim jacket. In the glare of the flashlight Brandon held, she could see the brilliant expression of triumph
and happiness in her husband's eyes.
"I love you, Diana."
"I love you, Colby." Diana relaxed. This time, she thought, Colby wasn't just practicing.
This time he meant it.

She doubted that he had ever uttered the words Have a good day in his entire life. Even if he got the right words out, the chill in his hazel eyes would completely nullify the warmth of the sentiment. In his opinion, your failure to have a good day was your problem, not his.

I don't want any misunderstandings between us. I can't make any promises."
"Ah. Commitment issues."
"Something like that."
She considered briefly and then nodded once. "Okay."
"Okay? That's all you can say?"
"I'm good with your issues if you're good with mine."
"Your issues don't begin to compare to mine," he warned.
"Now we're comparing issues?"
"You think running background checks on the guys you date constitutes a serious issue?"
She frowned. "Of course not. Paying someone to run background checks on my dates is just common sense. My issues are a lot more personal. I do not intend to discuss them with a man who isn't interested in having a relationship with me. Good night, Jack. Again."
"Wait. You're saying you're okay with my commitment issues?"
"Right. Now, if you're done with this conversation - "
"We're not having a conversation, we're conducting a damn negotiation."
She raised her brows. "Is that right?"
"Just to be clear - you'd be okay with a relationship based on the understanding that I've got a lousy track record in the relationship department?"
"I'll put my lousy track record up against yours anytime." She folded her arms. "However, I do insist on monogamy on both sides while we are involved in this uncommitted relationship."
Her voice was as tight as that of a gambler who was doubling down on a desperate bet.
"Agreed," he said. He did not want to think about her with another ma

Mary Jo Putney is a gifted writer with an intuitive understanding of what makes romances work. I loved Silk and Shadows, couldn't put it down, and don't think readers will, either.

Life never stood still, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto it.

Hatch smiled again and glanced around the small,

Now that, would be a really dumb ass thing to do.

He leaned back against the Jeep and smiled. "More orders for your CEO, Madam President?"
Her eyes were huge and solemn with concern. "I want you to be very careful tonight."
"I will," he promised.
"Joel, I love you. You know that, don't you?"
For an instant he was stunned at the admission. Then elation soared in him. For the moment, at least, it blotted out all the other things he had been
feeling since he'd walked into his apartment and seen the evidence of Victor Copeland's ungovernable rage. He reached for Letty.
"Damn, Letty," he muttered thickly, "you've picked a fine time to tell me." He pulled her into his arms, fumbling for the feel of her through the plump
layers of her Thornquist Gear down coat. "You know I love you, too, don't you?"
"Well, you hadn't actually said so," she reminded him. The comment was tart, but her eyes were brimming with delight. "However, I have been
extremely optimistic."
"Don't ever forget it." He kissed her mouth, the only part of her that was not swallowed up by her voluminous jacket. Her lips were warm in spite of
the cold air. Joel groaned and pulled her closer.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Blackstone. Who the hell is this and what does he think he's doing carting you around like a sack of potatoes?"
"This is Mark," Letty said. "He's going to be the model for our new ad campaign. You know, the one aimed at the experienced high-country
backpacker and rock climber."
"I trust he's not going to try to pack you into the high country?"
"Heavens, no. He was just proving to me that he could lift a hundred and twenty pounds of camping and climbing gear, weren't you, Mark?

Guys don't get romantically involved."
"What do they get?"
"Involved, period.

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You don't forget nightmares, but when they've been exposed to enough sunlight, they fade.

Separating her thighs. The scent of her arousal hardened every muscle in his body. He moved his hand down her hip and then to her hot, warm core.

Believe in yourself and in your own voice, because there will be times in this business when you will be the only one who does. Take heart from the knowledge that an author with a strong voice will often have trouble at the start of his or her career because strong,distinctive voices sometimes make editors nervous. But in the end, only the strong survive.

Trust me, I did not set out to establish three pen names and, for the record, I do not recommend it as a career strategy. The idea back at the start was that I would stick with the name that proved most successful.

Probably a good idea, let me know how it ends"
"I already know how it ends"
"You read the ending first?"
"I always read the ending before I commit to the whole book."
"If you know how it ends, why read the book?"
"I don't read for the ending. I read for the story".

For heaven's sake, dear, he's a man. Men aren't very good at analyzing themselves, you know.

By the way," Arizona interrupted rather casually, "how long are you two gonna shack up together out there at Dreamscape?" Anger surged, temporarily submerging the little thrill of dread Hannah had felt a few seconds ago. She jerked to a halt, spun around, and glared at Arizona. "We are not shacking up." Rafe tightened his grip on her arm. "Hannah, this isn't the time to go into it." "The heck it isn't." Hannah grabbed the edge of the door as Rafe tried to haul her forcibly out into the hall. "I want to set the record straight before we leave. Listen, Arizona, Rafe and I are sharing Dreamscape until we negotiate a way out of the mess Isabel left us in. We are not shacking up there." "Sorta hard to tell the difference," Arizona answered through a cloud of smoke. "Not from where I stand," Hannah retorted. "We're sleeping on separate floors." "Sounds uncomfortable," Arizona said.

I am often asked why I use a variety of pen names. The answer is that this way readers always know which of my three worlds they will be entering when they pick up one of my books.

The woman always wins. With courage, intelligence, and gentleness she brings the most dangerous creature on earth, the human male, to his knees.

Diana seemed content with her role of wife, too. Colby congratulated himself. He'd chosen well the second time
around, even if he had chosen in haste again. He'd learned a lot about Diana in the past few months. She was a mature
adult just as he was, and when she made a commitment, she kept it

I read what I like to write: romantic suspense. I also love thrillers and novels of suspense, but I can't handle extreme violence and torture.

You and I are going to figure out what is going on, and then we're going to make it stop," he said.
"Okay," she said.
He smiled. "And in return, you will never again ask me to vet one of your dates."
She shook her head, reluctantly amused. "That really irritated you, didn't it?"
"A hell of a lot more than I anticipated."
"Why?"
"Probably because there's a conflict of interest involved. When this is over I want to be your next date. If you say yes, you're going to have to ask someone else to do the background check.

There is no Great American Novel," she said absently. "This nation is too big and too diverse to produce only one great book. We've got lots of them and there will be more written in the future. Art doesn't stand still.

I agree with you one hundred percent." Diana batted her lashes. "I think you've made a very wise decision,
Colby."
He ran his palm up her bare arm. "And I think you're picking up the finer nuances of being a wife faster than I'd
ever imagined you would. How the hell did I wind up agreeing to spend Christmas with Margaret Fulbrook?"
"How the hell did I wind up pregnant and unemployed and financially dependent on a man for the first time in my
life?"
"You forgot barefoot," he said with satisfaction. "At the moment you're barefoot, pregnant and unemployed."
She started to tickle him in the ribs. A few minutes later Colby's sexy laughter aroused Specter. The dog sighed
heavily, got up and padded down the hall to find some peace and quiet in the living room.

I should have known better than to take a job as an assistant to a psychic detective.

We all have pasts and we all have futures. All we can do is choose to live in one or the other. It doesn't seem to me that there's much point living in the past.

As a child, that had meant looking forward to holidays and birthdays and, most of all, becoming a grown-up. Upon achieving adulthood she had discovered that being a grown-up wasn't nearly as satisfying as she had anticipated. What was more, the future was uncomfortably unpredictable. At

Letty, it's just a business. Don't get emotional about it."
She grinned. "You're a fine one to talk. You're the most emotional man I know."
"The hell I am," he muttered. "I have a lot more self-control than you do, Madam President."
"Let's not argue about that," Letty said

Pretty much everything about you gets me hot.

I love you," he said into her hair. "I've loved you from that first day in your office when you tried to fire me."
"I wasn't trying to fire you," she said into his shirt. "I was simply suggesting that the hotel security business might not be a good fit for you and that you ought to pursue other professional opportunities."
"You tried to fire me. But under the circumstances I'm willing to let bygones be bygones."
"Good. That's good.

I love you, Desdemona."
"I know," she whispered. "You don't have to say the words."
He smiled slowly. "Trust me, you're going to hear them every day for the rest of our lives.

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A secret is only a secret as long as only one person knows it

Then why do you want to marry me?" she exploded.
"For the usual reasons," he shot back.
"Such as?"
He slanted her a narrow look and made an obvious bid for his patience. "Such as the fact that we are very strongly attracted to each other, although I'll admit a casual onlooker might not think so if he saw us bickering like this.

Later we can go to dinner."
"I suppose that might work," she said.
She sounded so damn casual, he thought. As if the decision she had just made weren't staggering in its implications. As if it weren't going to alter destinies and change the fate of nations.

A little tired," Diana admitted. "But mostly I'm frustrated. I've got a million questions, and every time I tried to get
Colby to answer them last night he kept changing the subject."
Brandon grinned. "He was more interested in making sure you and the baby were all right than in answering your
questions. Besides, after we got you two down from that cave, you kept drifting off to sleep every few minutes.