Kristin Miller Quotes

Jack may've been deceitful by blood and a liar by nature, but hot damn holy honeysuckle, he knew how to kiss.

As his gaze rose to her face - he bit back a gasp. "Your hair, it's - "
"Red." ...
"You look stunning." ...
"Did I ever tell you that when I was growing up, my favorite cartoon characters was Jessica Rabbit?" ...
"You always had the curves, but now, with the hair..." He blew out an exaggerated Roger Rabbit whistle. "You're a spittin' image.

Tell me again why some woman hasn't scooped you up?"
"I'm not the marrying kind."
"It's a pity.

I'm just curious... how much did Jake offer to pay you to sleep with me?"...
"Too little, in my opinion," Logan said. "You're worth way more.

He dropped back into the couch cushions, stroking the condensation dripping off his glass. "You're in a pickle."
"You want one?" Her eyebrows perked up, though her eyes weren't tracking well. "I think I have a jar in the fridge.

Everything under control out there, Carter?"
"You could say that," Carter said from his position behind the hotel. "I just escorted a ninety-year-old woman to her car. She pinched my ass and dropped a quarter into my back pocket as a tip.

You support me when I falter, and give me strength to bear the pain of my past. You make me laugh until I hurt, and soothe me when I'm tied up inside. It's funny how things work out, how life can throw curveballs, yet two people wind up exactly where they're supposed to be.

If she was as hot as Heather always insinuated, it wouldn't have been months since the last time Veronica rolled over and fetched a bone.

She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.

She was a goddess personified, her breasts so soft and round he could've buried his head between them, suffocated, and died a happy man.

Do you remember anything about last night?" he asked.
Her stomach churned as memories of the night before swam into mental view. Oh, she recalled a few things. How could she forget? She took a solid gulp of her coffee. "I remember vodka, an ax murderer, and a marriage proposal."
"Good. The important things." He nodded.

That kiss...it changed everything.
He'd liked it.
Really fucking liked it.
So much so that if there weren't multiple sets of eyes trained on them, he just might've slammed sweet Faith Hamilton against the wall and kissed her until he blew her snow boots off.

Since she moved in, Carter found himself in the mood for a lot of things he hadn't been before. Crispy salmon wasn't one of them.

was the fluffy wedding dress with the veil still in place, or the

If I knew I was never going to see you again, I'd choose to die tonight, with the taste of you still on my tongue, the feel of your body still on my hands, and your scent lingering in my nose, than live another day without those things.

before dark, and picked

Faith!" Tracy called. "Your dog's got serious identity issues."...
"Hey!" she said, picking Humperdinck up in her arms.
"How'd you do at Tracy's"
"He mounted the damn cat." Tracy set the travel kennel beside the couch. "You're going to have Siamese Yorkies if you don't do something about him.

I think you pretend to be cold so no one gets close."
"You're close now," he said against her lips.
"I am." Her breath hitched as her gaze drifted down his chest. "And I like what I feel.

She could hear his heartbeat clearly, its gentle thump-thump beating against her cheek.
"It calls for you, you know," he said.

You'd be cute if you weren't such a little humping freak." Carter flattened the fur on the top of the dog's head. "Humperdinck." He met Faith's eyes. "I think I've just named your dog.

the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical

Mine.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Emelia's plump lips quirked.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to eat me."
Ah, hell.

Why are you looking at me like that?" Emelia's plump lips quirked.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to eat me.

The woman would be beautiful if she wasn't so deceitful, but snakes ofte3n had the most beautiful design on their scales.

I don't mean any disrespect, sir," Logan said, leaning closer. "But weddings aren't my thing. I'd rather saw off my fingers than let a dame put a ring on it.

Coffee shop owner April Cassidy isn't looking for love.

The right guy will tell you he loves you to your face, and when he kisses you, you'll know it by the curl of your toes.