Maya Banks Quotes

Oh hell. A warm, lush, naked woman coming on to him? Nothing in the military had prepared him for an onslaught like this. The never-surrender thing went right out the window, and he started waving the white flag like a dog wagging his tail.

Impulsively, she leaned across the truck and kissed him on the cheek. He glanced over in surprise when she pulled away, but pleasure glowed in his eyes.
"What was that for?"
"Just seemed like the thing to do," she said.
"Well, feel free to do it more often," he encouraged. "I assure you I won't mind.

She figured if people were dumb enough to believe that crap, they didn't deserve the truth. They probably wouldn't believe it anyway

Taking the leap felt appropriate. Only it wasn't just a short hop. It was a full plunge off a cliff.

You're what happened, Ash. You.

I'm not saying this is going toe easy. I'll make mistakes. You'll make mistakes, mostly about trying to draw attention to the differences between us. I realize it'll take time for you to get over this mind-set that you're somehow not good enough for me. It pisses me off, but I get that you can't change a lifetime of seeing yourself the way you do overnight. But I'm going to work on it and wear you down.

When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?

Seeing you happy is the best gift I could ever ask for.

She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears.
She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip.
"Stay," he said in a choked voice. "Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.

... I firmly believe that a woman can be whatever she wants to be if she sets her mind to it.

I can't let her go. Not when I've finally found her.

You know what? Fuck you man. Cant believe you'd come in here like this, especially after all we had to say in the office today.

If it ain't broke, then don't fix it

I don't want to ever give someone that kind of power to destroy me.

He was better than any drug, any remedy for her illness.

Amazing what happens when you just ask, isn't it?

Love finds you when you least expect it. Under seemingly impossible circumstances, but it was there. Young and blooming still. Unwavering and constant. Love truly did conquer all. Love required trust, unconditional faith in the face of adversity.

I won't let it happen again. I protect what's mine.

Evil genius! I so admire that in a person. Usually I'm the evil bitch of the group

It simply isn't a woman's nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time.

But no one ever took care of you.

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren't attracted to me.

But a woman will only go so long putting her heart on the line without getting anything in return.

She smiled then, an adorable, sweet smile that took his breath away. He forgot all about trying to maintain an air of civility. His inner caveman came barreling out, grunting and pounding his chest and muttering unintelligible words.

You don't want me. How could you? You know nothing about me.

How can I possibly resist you when you say such pretty words?

It doesn't matter. I love you. That's it. That's all. I hope to hell it's enough.

Cut the sarcasm. It makes you sound like an even bigger asshole

Every day. I have to show you every day what you'll mean to me. That's on me. And we'll get there. This-- you-- are important to me. I'm going to make sure you know that at all times.' -- Ash

My love for her is stronger than my hatred of you.

You can't control my feelings, Hancock. You control my fate, yes. My ultimate destiny. My life even. But you can't control me.

Some crushes just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and all consuming.

I've always been yours, Micah. But now you're mine. And I'm never going to let you go.

No. You show her how very much you love her by not letting her go.

Yeah, it's you. It suits you. I wanted something to match your eyes, but I also wanted something that reflected your personality. Your vibrancy.

And yet she told you the truth," Graeme said softly. "Aye," Teague muttered. "I wouldn't have even blamed her if she'd withheld what she'd seen. I cannot say that I wouldn't have done so if I were in her position."
"She is an amazing lass," Graeme murmured. "Aye, that she is," Bowen agreed. "And she's intensely loyal to you, Graeme.

She very nearly reached for his hand, but curled her fingers into a fist instead. He wouldn't appreciate her pity, and how did you pity a man who'd survived hell? You didn't pity him. You admired him.

I resented you for inserting yourself so fully into my life, and then one day I realized I couldn't imagine my life without you ...

You're a hard-core cynic

Perhaps I'm tired of waiting for something I may never find.

And you look beautiful without it, but I want you to feel just as beautiful as I see you.

This stinks like a roadkill skunk.

Jesus has to be crying up there somewhere. Or laughing hysterically. I can't figure out which one.

I'm going to take a shower, I want you naked and in bed when I get back.

A good friend will bail you out when you land in jail, but a very good friend will be sitting beside you in that jail cell.

I'm the man who loves you more than anyone else will ever love you. I'm the man who wants to be with you and will do everything I can to keep you from every being hurt.

Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. 'Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.

Life was sweet. Even when it was bad, there was always the hope of better ... the future.

I can't apologize for reacting the way I did, but I can guarantee you it will happen again. You seem to have the knack for getting under my skin like no one else.

She looked angelic in sleep, dark lashes resting against pale cheeks. Her blond hair was tousled and in disarray and spread out. Over his pillow. He frowned. She'd even stolen his pillow.

And now Genevieve had taken over. He'd move the sun if that's what it took to ensure her safety and happiness. Nothing was more important than her security. His focus was and had to be solely on her, for she had no other to champion her cause. If he didn't see to her happiness, who would?

Don't care about me. Save your love for someone else.

Wait just a goddamn minute, Josie. We're not finished. No way in fuck I'm giving up that easy. You're worth fighting for.

And you'll go to bed knowing you are mine and that you belong, heart and soul, to me.

Inch by inch, they chipped away until soon there would be nothing left to salvage.

Now wasn't the time for emotional outbursts, but when they were safe
and they would be because she believed him without reservation
then she'd tell him what she thought about the man he was. The man she wanted.
And if he walked away, she'd never have any regrets. Love was a gift, but it was up to the recipient to accept and cherish or to reject the offering. All she could do was give unreservedly. And for the first time since her assault, she realized that she could give something she'd never thought to give again. Her trust and her love.

Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.

Then it's too bad I don't belong to you.

Steele was in typical form. What she wouldn't give to shake him up. Just once. She wondered if anything ever ruffled him. Caught him off guard. Or surprised him.

You want to ditch this place and go get a beer?

Never said it would be easy. Nothing good ever is.

Guilt is bullshit. I don't want it. Don't need it.

I love you," he said fiercely. " 'Tis not true that I kept a part of my heart locked away from you. You own all of it, lass. You've always owned it. I didn't give it to you. You took it from the very start.

I love you. You will always have my love.

The doctor gave him a look of sympathy. "We won't have a choice. If left untreated, both mother and child could die. The only cure for eclampsia is delivery of the baby. We're doing tests to determine the lung maturity of the baby. At thirty-four weeks' gestation, the child has a very good chance of survival without complications."

Ryan dug a hand into his hair and closed his eyes. He'd done this to her. She should have been cherished and pampered during her entire pregnancy. She should have been waited on hand and foot. Instead she'd been forced to work a physically demanding job under unimaginable stress. And once he'd brought her back, she'd been subjected to scorn and hostility and endless emotional distress.

Was it any wonder she wanted to wash her hands of him and his family?

"Will…will Kelly be all right? Will she recover from this?"

He didn't realize he held his breath until his chest began to burn. He let it out slowly and forced himself to relax his hands.

"She's gravely ill. Her blood pressure is extremely high. She could seize again or suffer a stroke. Neither is good for her or the baby. We're doing everything we can to bring her blood pressure down and we're monitoring the baby for signs of stress. We're prepared to take the baby if the condition of either mother or child deteriorates. It's important she remain calm and not be stressed in any way. Even if we're able to bring down her blood pressure and put o

I won't leave her. I can't.

If you don't stay away from her I'll rearrange that pretty face of yours.
- Simon

I want to be right for you, Connor. I want it so bad I ache.

Medic, geek, badass ex-military guy? Is there anything you can't do?

When in doubt, call for back-up.

Who loves you, Ren?

All thanks to an impish, golden-haired, blue-eyed angel and a Tupperware container of cupcakes.

I'll call you mine.

You've given me reason to really live and not just exist anymore. I don't think you realize just how much you've changed me in a very short period of time.

But love isn't about causing pain for the person you care about,

Damn, but the man was sexy in a disdainful, you-annoy-me kind of way.

First rule of seduction. At least one of us has to get naked. Preferably you," he murmured.
Nervous apprehension replaced some of the excitement. It was silly. He'd seen her naked. Many times. They'd made love before. But for her it was like the first time all over again.
"Hey," he said softly. He drew away and tucked a finger under her chin, prompting her to look up at him. "We'll take this as slow as you need. If I could make love to you with you fully clothed, I'd do it, but I think we both know that's not an option."
She giggled and felt some of her unease leave her.
"Let's not take it too slow or we'll both be old and decrepit before we ever make love."
"Mmm, I plan to make love to you until they put me in the grave. That's what they make Viagra for."
She leaned into him and hugged him fiercely as another laugh escaped.
"Make you a deal. We undress together. Last one naked is a rotten egg."
She yanked away as she said the last and immediately began peeling her clothes off.
"Oh hell no," he sputtered. "Maybe you don't remember what a competitive family you married into."
"While you're talking, I'm getting naked," she taunted.
A wicked glint sparked in his eyes. "I fail to see how I lose either way.

You need to worry less about what everyone else thinks and focus on what makes you happy

More often than not he wore jeans with at least half a dozen holes, flip-flops that made him look like he was heading to the beach and a T-shirt, usually with a snarky saying. Today's offering was Heavily armed, easily pissed.

Life works however the hell you make it work.

I'm not wearing any underwear.

He shook his head. No games, Serena. That isn't what this is about. If you want games of cat and mouse, disobedient slave to punishing master, you're better off with someone else. As much as this is a fantasy and not your reality, in the time you're with me, it will be real. In all ways.

Nothing good is ever easy. Or worth it.

I'd give you the world if you asked.

No matter what she heard, how could she think it? I love her, damnit. How could she not know?

Never be afraid to tell me anything," he whispered against her hair. "No matter how ashamed you might feel. I'll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.

When I wake up, I'm going to kick your ass.

He drew away and stared down at her, stroking her cheek. I hope to hell this isn't one of those situations where you go a little crazy because we're in a bad situation and you don't think we're going to get out so you do stuff you'd never dream of otherwise. Because baby, when we get out of here, I'm going to spend two days doing nothing but make love to you. And it won't have a damn thing to do with anything but the fact that I want to be inside of you more than I want to breathe.

If there's something you want to say, say it. I'm not a mind reader.

Callie was his. He'd made mistakes. Mistakes that had cost them both more than he could ever imagine. But she was his, and he had every intention of reasserting his claim on her.

No other man will have you

You were made for me, Eden. Just as I was made for you. We fit. We just fit.

I want forever with you.

And that makes Mia sad. But it's okay. She'll have Bethany. And me.

I could seriously get used to having a houseboy," she said wistfully.
He raised an eyebrow. "Boy?"
"Er, um, house hottie then? House stud?"
He winced. "Sorry I said anything at all. If it ever gets out that you called me your house hottie, I'll never be able to show my face to my team again.

What are the two of you whispering about?" Alaric demanded irritably. She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion. "If I wanted you to know, I'd have spoken louder," she said calmly. He turned away muttering what she was sure were more blasphemies about annoying females. "You must make the priest weary with the length of your confessions," she said. He raised one eyebrow. "Who says I confess anything?

He walked hesitantly toward her and then wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug.
"You just looked like you needed one," he said.

I need an alibi.

Don't you know Micah? I've always belonged to you.

I don't know that she can ever make you a proper wife," Tavis said in a low voice that sounded precariously close to pleading. "Don't force the issue. I wouldn't have her hurt or ill-treated for anything in the world. She is dear to all of us. You are receiving a gift, Laird. Whether you choose to believe so or not, you are receiving something more precious than gold