Jill Shalvis Quotes

Didn't see you coming, Kylie.

He snorted. "Elle, you're always right. It's your world and we all just live in it.

You probably had more adventures today than I'll have in a lifetime. Walking must seem tame to you."
"Elle, you're more of an adventure than anything that's ever happened to me.

For the last time," she said urgently, almost desperately, as if trying to talk herself into believing it. "It's never going to happen again. Never,
Wade."
"Never is a long time.

She was an irresistible dichotomy of sweet charm and heart-stopping sexy, and she threw him off guard with every look, be it a smile or a glare. In fact, he kinda liked when she gave him dirty looks, which meant he was seriously losing his shit. And he never lost his shit.

Oh my God," Maddie whispered, horrified. "I rented him that boat. Does that make me a murderer?"
Tara's heart clutched. "He's not dead yet."
"Hurry," Maddie called to Ford. "I can't be the one who killed Tara's ex!" I look terrible in orange!

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

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

A new beginning done right," she said out loud, because everyone knew that saying it out loud made it true. "You hear that, karma?" She glanced upward through her slightly leaky sunroof into a dark sky, where storm clouds tumbled together like a dryer full of gray wool blankets. "This time, I'm gong to be strong." Like Katharine Hepburn. Like Ingrid Bergman ."So go torture someone else and leave me alone."
A bolt of lightning blinded her, followed by a boom of thunder that nearly had her jerking out of her skin. "Okay, so I meant pretty please leave me alone."
-Maddie

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.

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

I gave you sympathy. *I* want sympathy!"
"Are you kidding me? You have the sexiest man on the planet wanting you. You're getting laid regularly. No sympathy for you!

At twenty-one, Mark had been long and leanly muscled, not a spare inch on him. Rainey's gaze ran down his thirty-four-year-old body and she had to admit he was even better now. In fact, the only way to improve on that body would be to dip it into chocolate.

So lost in her he couldn't remember his own name. Only hers…

People who think they know everything are annoying to those of us who do.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. "You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should," he said.

That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He nevef second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth,

No one dared agree with her. She was temperamental in the best of times, and pregnancy wasn't one of them. No one wanted to risk their neck, not when her apron said it all: K*SS MY *SS - Would you like to buy a vowel?

The good news is your head's still attached to your shoulders," Cole said. "And the bad news?" Tanner asked. "The hit doesn't appear to have knocked any sense into you.

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

Good girl lesson #2: When your BFF sends you a gorgeous guy, you call her and thank her. That's good manners. Good girl lesson #3: Stop scowling. You'll scare away the aforementioned gorgeous guy.

New rule," he said. "No more rules."
She smiled. "And if I agree to this 'no more rules,' what's in it for me?"
"Me."
She felt the smile burst bloom across her face. "Well, if that's not the best offer I've ever had.

Kylie, the fashion outcast, was in jeans, a Golden State Warriors sweatshirt, and some residual wood shavings. The fact that she had more clothes to sleep in than to go out in said a lot about her.

I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I nearly pushed you away - "
"Impossible," he said. "Don't you know yet? If I ever lost you, I'd lose myself.

Worrying about something is like wishing for it to happen. Just pretend it's all good. Pretend enough and it becomes real.

We're sisters. Sisters are supposed to tell." "Yes, but I'm the oldest." She went into some complicated upside-down yoga pose. "Oldest sisters are supposed to be perfect." "Says who?" "Older sisters.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. "Lock up, Willa. Dream of me." And she knew she would.

Lily, the next time you tell me you don't know what to do with family. Because you know exactly. It's about loyalty and kindness and unconditional love, and you are more than capable of all that.

She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag,
and right then and there, he fell in love.
-Animal Magnetism

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

I want you to know, chickens aren't sexy. Not to me."
This was met with silence.
"Are you there?" She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. "Cam? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, chickens aren't sexy. Uh ... I don't think they're meant to be.

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.

Why do you get to act all crazy over a guy and I don't?" Anna asked.
"You have to earn the crazy," Grace said. "You're not old enough yet.

-It's all your fault. I'm not usually so noisy.
-It worked to our advantage. You kept the bears scared off.

There's no crying in baseball! - Jimmy Dugan in A League of Their Own

You're the most unforgettable person I've ever met.

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be.
Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out.
-Amy

I'm often asked where I get my ideas. For this story, the hero and the heroine have a rather unconventional start - they meet when she falls on him through a hole in the ceiling while he's standing before the toilet. Funny, but not very romantic. Not too long ago, I was at a writers' meeting. In the bathroom, far above me, there was a hole. It flapped open, revealing a dark, yawning space. As I sat there contemplating this hole, I wondered what would happen if a really, really gorgeous man fell through it. One didn't, darn it, but a story was born.

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.

The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned.

Feel free to kiss it better.

Give me," she said.
"Don't you mean please give me?"
"You want me to beg?"
That smile spread slightly. "Nah. I just heard you beg plenty."
"I did not beg." But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. "My panties, Mark.

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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.

He held up his hand, and in it was ...
Oh, God.
The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

She found herself smiling. "Was the big, bad forest ranger scared?"

"I stared a fire," he said instead of answering, and the typical guy avoidance of admitting fear made her smile in the dark. "But even after I had a roaring fire, I still felt watched."

"What did you do?"

His hand was still gliding up and down her back, absently soothing, not-so-absently arousing her further. "I got up and searched the perimeter," he said. "Often. I finally fell asleep holding my gun, and at first light was startled awake by a curious teenage bear."

"Oh my God," she said on a horrified laugh. "What happened?"

Amusement came into his voice. "I shot the shit out of a tree and scared the hell out of us both. I fell backward off the log I'd fallen asleep on, and the bear did the same. Then we both scrambled to our feet, and he went running off to his mama. If my mama had been anywhere within two thousand miles, I'd have gone running off to her just the same as the bear."

-Matt on his first night out as a ranger

He'd always felt that life was worth living, fears and all, that if he didn't go for it, then why bother?

What? Get tired of the way he looks at me as if I'm his entire life? Get over the fact that for the first time ever, someone wants me for me? That the man somehow actually enjoys making me happy?"
Jade stared at her. "The ice cream ... "
"I'll buy a lifetime supply of ice cream. Hell, I'll even pretend he's right some of the time ... it's worth it. He's worth it. And you know what? So am I.

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.

There is no snooze button on life
- Tara Daniels

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

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.

Flying was just what she did, what she loved to do. In the air her problems dropped away and she felt weightless and free. A little bit like how she felt with Parker, actually.

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.

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

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.

Obeying the rules might be smart, but it's not as nearly as much fun.

She whipped around and found Hud standing there staring at her. He was in ski patrol gear today, looking official.
And officially hot.

The tongue's the sole muscle in your body that's attached at only one end.

Broccoli has almost as much calcium as milk," she told him, amused. "It gives you strong bones."
His gaze slid to hers, and she felt her face heat again. He had strong bones. And as they both knew, a few minutes ago, he'd had one particularly strong boner to boot. But mercifully he let the comment go.

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair.
"That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

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

What do you want?
"To know you," she said without hesitation. "All of you. I want to know what makes you feel good."
"Your laughter," he said without hesitation. "Feeling your hands on me. The way you look at me, whether I've been a complete dumbass, or just made you come-"
With a laugh, she ducked her head, but he dipped his down until she was looking at him again. "You want to know what scared me?" he asked.
"Yes"
He leaned even closer and slid a hand to the nape of her neck. "The thought of never having those things with you again."
-Chloe and Sawyer (Head over Heels)

because everyone knew that saying it out loud made it true.

You could start an argument in an empty house.

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

The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe. Eat muffins.

I ... " Her gaze dipped to his chest and then back to his eyes. "I do feel things for you," she whispered. "Big things. I just ... "
He pushed her hair from her face. "You'll get there when you get there. There's no rush, Lily."
Her eyes were big on his. Uncertain. Wary. "I'm just ... "
"I know. And I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "And neither are my feelings for you.

There was the amount of time you'd known someone and then there was the way you'd spent that time.

He already couldn't remember what it'd been like before her. He'd thought everything was great in his life but then he'd been thrown a curve ball in the form of this gorgeous, passionate woman who he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Which made it official. He was hers, completely.

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove slowly toward the inn. Slowly, as in a-herd-of-turtles-stampeding-through-peanut-butter slowly. The guy didn't pass a single indent in the road that didn't require a nearly complete stop.

Try asking sometime. Not all women will stand for that 50 Shades crap, you know.

October had roared in as if Mother Nature was pissed off at the world, and maybe in need of a Xanax to boot.

Dell pulled out his cell phone, speed-dialed a number, and put the phone on speaker. A woman answered with a professionally irritated tone: "What do you need now?"

"Jade," Dell said.

"Nope, it's the Easter Bunny. And your keys are on your desk."

Dell shook his head. "Now darlin', I don't always call you just because I've lost my keys."

"I'm sorry, you're right. You wallet's on your desk, too. As for your little black book, you're on your own with that one, Dr. Flirt. I'm at lunch."

Dell sighed. "What did we say about you and the whole power-play thing?"

"That it's good for your ego to have at least one woman in your life that you can't flash a smile at and have them drop their panties?"

Dell grinned. "I really like it when you say 'panties.' And for the record, I knew where my keys and wallet were."

"No you didn't."

"Okay, I didn't, but that's not why I'm calling. Can you bring burgers and fries for me and Brady? Oh, and Adam, too, or he'll bitch like a little girl."

"You mean 'Jade, will you pretty please bring us burgers and fries?'"

"Yes," Dell said, nodding. "That. And Cokes." He looked at Brady, who nodded. "And don't forget the ketchup."

"You forgot the nice words."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dell said. "You look fantastic today, I especially love the attitude and sarcasm you're wearing."

Jade's voice went saccharine sweet. "So

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.

What is it with you and the caveman thing? she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

You're a Daniels and a Walker. That means you're 99% fine stubbornness, tenacity and resilience combined", Tara said.
"And the other 1%?" Mia asked as they sat at the tiny galley table.
Ford wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in close. "Perfection.

Is there anyone there with you?" she asked.

He turned his phone so she could see that he was in his bedroom at Vallejo Street, alone except for Pita sleeping on his pillow.

"I thought she wasn't allowed on your pillow."

"She's not," he said. "But apparently she's the ruler and I'm just her bitch.

A miniature dancing bear that had to go potty. Scooping him up, Grace ran for the front door, getting him outside just in time for him to race to the closest tree and lift a stumpy leg. Toby, still in his Star War's pj's, trotted across the yard to join him in anointing the tree.

I know I'm the one who put limits on this ... this thing," she said, and bit her lower lip, suddenly nervous. "But I'm pretty sure we're not quite done with each other."
He looked at her for what felt like a long time. "You want another night."
Still unable to take her eyes off his mouth, she didn't muzzle herself. "I want as long as it takes."
He cupped her jaw, lifting her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"What makes you think I can't keep it?"
"Because you seem to like things one night at a time," he said in that low, sexy voice. "But no way is one more night going to be enough.

It's the kissing! The stupid kissing! It's like he kissed all the vital brain cells right out of my head!

I'd give up being a bitch, but I'm not a quitter.

I'm tougher than this."

He shook his head. "Somehow it doesn't matter how tough you are. You can be tough as hell and still be leveled flat without warning."
She looked at him. "What do you do when you're leveled flat?"
"You make a plan, you move on that plan, and you keep breathing

Breath Leveled Flat Plan Tough

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

They all eyeballed the last muffin.
"How about we split if four ways?" Kylie suggested.
Elle produced a pocketknife.
"What the hell is that?" Kylie asked.
"I always carry a knife," Elle said. "You know, in case of having to split a muffin in four pieces. And don't look shocked. You carry dangerous tools yourelf. Yesterday I watched you use a huge jigsaw like it was nothing."
"Yes, but that was for work," Kylie said. "Although you've got a point about being able to split a muffin. I bet I could do that with a jigsaw in an emergency.

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

He had no desire to take a walk down Memory Road either, especially when that road had ended in a spectacular crash with no survivors.
Just the walking dead.

So we're still ... friends?" Aubrey asked.
"We weren't ever really friends," Ali admitted. "I'm too jealous of your hair.

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

I didn't expect the water to be this high

Sorry, the points are already deducted. And taking into account his schedule, and then the standard deviation from the average man's schedule, I figure ninety percent of his time would go elsewhere. I'd never get uninterrupted coitus." "Penis math," Amy said. "Impressive." She looked at Mallory. "See, this is why a guy shouldn't date an accountant.

Live as big as you can, with what you've got.

Her heart just about stopped. "Us?" she asked in shock. "There is no us. There's a you. And there's a me. And okay, so sometimes we get crazy and become a very momentary us but it's not real." "It could be," he said. She gaped at him, completely gobsmacked.

I'm good at a lot of things," he murmured.

I'd tell him to go to hell, but it just so happens I'm stuck there and don't want to have to see him every day.

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.

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

If I looked like him," Tara said. "I'd want to have sex with myself. All the time.

Dessert doesn't go to the stomach, dessert goes to the heart.