Shiloh Walker Quotes

He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too.
She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.

So. Are you going to see him again?"
"Technically, I haven't seen him at all . . ." (Heroine is blind - LOL)

Only God Himself could keep me from you, love.

I still have a lot of the stories I wrote in high school. Hand wrote ... a number of them are in purple ink, rendering them illegible, a fact we should probably be forever thankful for.

I definitely believe there is more than what can be seen. I don't know if it's anything that you'd consider omens or signs, but yes ... I believe in something more.

I normally hate books that have anything to do with medicine, thanks to my own background in nursing - FYI, almost everybody gets it wrong.

Ah, typical writing day? Well, I tend to do e-mail and the business stuff of writing more in the morning while my brain wakes up and then write more in the afternoon, sometimes from about 11 until 5, or 12 until 5. If a story is driving me nuts, I'll work more in the evenings, but usually I try not to do that. That's family time.

She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of.

You can know who a person is simply by staring into their eyes.

One kiss, he told himself.
Just one easy, quick kiss.
He had plenty of control.
He could control his temper, his hunger, his …
Her mouth opened under his and she met his kiss with shy, sweet hesitation.
Remy felt like the very ground had crumbled under his feet.
Oh, hell.

[Lena] "This is crazy, you know. How can you know me well enough to love me?"
"Lena." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I know what I need to know. I know that your laugh makes me want to smile, and I know that when you're sad, it bothers me. I know I love to watch you, I know you blush when you realize I've been staring at you, even though it makes you smile, too."
He combed a hand through her hair, angled her head, and brushed her mouth with his. "I may not know everything there is to know about you, Lena, but I do know I'd like to spend my life learning the things I don't know.

Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn't be like that.
He'd kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.

Bad thing about fighters, though, too often they were forged in fire.

Things happen when they happen, not when you're ready for them.

Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips.
Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast.
He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.

I've got this thing for spicy stuff. Now, if you give me hot chocolate with chili pepper, a book and a bubble bath, I'm a happy girl.

Important describes what I have to do by April 14. Important describes my license renewed, my bills paid, payroll... Abby. You're not important. You're everything.

Abby," he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. "I love you." A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close. As he bent around her, he whispered, "I've loved you so long, I can't remember what it's like to not love you. And I'll go to my grave loving you. You're my everything.

I still tend to read more urban fantasy and romance than science-fiction, but every once in a while, a couple of books will come along and knock my socks off.

I don't write as much erotic romance as I used to, but I think that's just because my writing style has changed.

Damned planes. Too confining, too noisy - too fucking high in the air.

Gripping, nonstop action and one hell of a heroine. [on Eve of Darkness ]

My name," he muttered. He turned his head, pressed a kiss to her palm. "Say my name, damn it."
Chuckling, she pulled his head close. "Taylor." She said it against his lips. As she did that, she rolled her hips against him, squeezing down with her inner muscles so that she milked him in a teasing, taunting caress.
Oh, shit…
Little warning tingles were already shooting straight up his spine, but he gritted his teeth. No, damn it. He wasn't going to lose it after thirty fucking seconds. Especially since he hadn't told her yet.
But then she did it again, and again.
"I love you." It came out a broken, harsh groan against her lips, the words he could no longer keep trapped inside. The words he had to share with her, now.

Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, "Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear."
Hope snapped, "Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass."
For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.

Swearing, he fisted a hand in her short hair, yanked her head back and slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, humming with delight and Law was cursing himself even as he gorged on her taste. Fuck, she was sweet - hot, sweet, and perfect.

He'd had a need to be gentle, had wanted this to be slow and lazy, as though something sweet and easy could take away the misery of the day. It wasn't quite the sweet and tender seduction he'd hoped for, but as the climax rushed up on them, claiming them both hard and demanding, as she rested her forehead to his, their gazes locked, her mouth seeking out his … everything else fell away.
In those moments, nothing else existed but each other.

I want a couple of things clear," he said quietly. "First…I think you're beautiful. You've always been beautiful, and nothing changes that." Laying his palm against her chest so that it covered one of the scars, he said, "This sure as hell doesn't. Got it?

But as Rianne walked away from him, he could only stand there and watch, tearing at the earth with
restless claws.
Wishing with all his heart that he could go after her.
Eiona's presence kept him locked in place and for the first time, he found himself resenting the
bond that held them so tightly together.