Lynn Raye Harris Quotes

Stay on my six, he said, nuzzling the hair at her ear and breathing deeply the sweet scent of her.
You remember what that is, right?
It's your ass.

The contact was shocking - and delicious in a way she hadn't anticipated. She'd been kissed before, but this ... this was better than any of those kisses had been.

Words mean nothing.

The necklace, Marcos," she said firmly, leveling the gun at his heart once more. "I'll take it now."

"It's not here, querida. You waste your time."

Francesca lowered the gun to point at his groin. "Killing you would be too good. Perhaps I will simply have to deprive the female world of your ability to make love ever again. I am quite a good shot, I assure you."

She'd learned out of necessity. And though she never wanted to harm another human being, she had no compunction about making this man think she would do so if it meant she could save Jacques.

His voice dropped to a growl. A hateful, angry growl. "You won't get away with this. Whoever you are, Frankie, I will find you. I will find you and make you wish you'd never met me."

Her heart flipped in her chest. She ignored it. "I already wish that. Now give me the jewel before you lose the ability to ever have children."

Bitterness twisted inside her as she said those words. Ironic to threaten someone with something she would never wish on another soul. But she had to be hard, cold, ruthless – just like he was.

He stared at her in impotent fury, his jaw grinding, his beautiful black eyes flashing daggers at her. Very slowly, he reached up with one hand and slipped his bowtie free of its knot.

Then he jerked it loose and let it fall.

I knew you were looking down my shirt, she said, her voice sounding all prim and scandalized. God, it turned him on. Because she looked tough and dirty, not at all innocent. The voice of a virgin and the body of a sinner.

I'll move heaven and earth to make you happy, Evie. I want you there when I wake up every morning and there when I go to sleep at night. I love you, even if you don't do a damn thing I tell you to do.

Loving someone didn't mean you were capable of having a relationship with them, especially if they didn't have the same level of commitment to it as you.

Why is everything an argument with you?"
For some reason, that made her smile. "You like it that way and you know it. What would you do with someone who obeyed every command you gave her?"
He snorted. "I'd give her a lot of filthy commands that she could fulfill."
"Pig."
"Really? You're the one who mentioned this theoretical woman obeying all my commands."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, I'll sleep first," she grumbled, crawling in the back just to shut him up . Next thing, he'd be telling her what those commands would be - and she didn't need to hear it.

Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.

Her throat, and she hoped like hell he couldn't see it. But

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."
He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

Why are you giving me a hard time?" she growled.
"Sweetheart, I'd love to give you a hard time. Anytime you want.

You've made mistakes, and you have every right to regret them. But don't let them own you, Evie. Don't let them be more important than they are.

Love is not love, which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.

Victoria started to text something else, but then she shoved her phone in her pocket and yanked open the door. Why was she trading insults with him on a phone when he was right there?

He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from?
He didn't know, but as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his abdomen, he knew he'd spoken the truth. He was jealous. Completely and utterly, and it twisted him up inside to realize it.

She looked like a somewhat frightened and helpless woman, and yet he knew she was a deadly assassin. The same as he was. She was like one of those startlingly beautiful creatures in the wild - colorful and attractive, but deadly when touched.

She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.