Jill Shalvis is a best-selling American author of over 50 contemporary romance novels, including her award-winning Lucky Harbor series. She has also written under the pseudonym Jill Sheldon.
She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag, and right then and there, he fell in love. " -Animal Magnetism
For some unknown reason, success usually occurs in private, while failure occurs in full view.
Logan, why aren't you wearing protection?" The radio crackled, and then came Logan's voice. "I have 'protection' in my bag," he said. "But as much as I don't want to say this, darlin', now's not the time to be asking if I'm carrying condoms. I have problems. " "A life vest, Logan! I'm asking where's your life vest!" "Oh," he said. "I knew that.
A small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part. The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.
Sorry,” he said. “Let me drop the belt-" “No. ” She held on when he would have pulled away. “Don’t. I like it. ” Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. “The tool belt turns you on. ” “No. ” She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. “Little bit.
I don’t want to scare the guests with a big old guard dog,” Tara protested. “Safety is far more important than worrying about what anyone else thinks,” Sawyer told her. “You’re right, of course. ” Tara looked at her sisters. “We’ll think about both an alarm and a dog. ” “We can borrow Izzy from Jax,” Maddie said. “Sure,” Tara said. “And she can lick the next bad guy to death.
Mallory," he said, sounding raw and staggered and touched beyond words. "God, I was so stupid. So slow. I didn't know what to do with you. I tried to keep my distance but my world doesn't work without you in it. " -Ty to Mallory
He can cook and give good massages. What more do you need in a husband?
Oh good Lord. She definitely hadn't put on enough deodorant for this.
He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.
You said you'd kiss me if I lost Tank. " - - "You want me to kiss you?" Oh boy. "You were happy I'd lost your puppy?" He was looking like he was still thinking about smiling as he glanced down at Tank, tucked under his arm. "No. That would make me an asshole. " Right.
Smile. . . it makes people wonder what you're up to.
He handed her the other half of his candy bar. She stared at it like it was a brick of gold. "I'm on a diet. " But she took it. "A see-food diet, apparently. I see food and I eat it.
Sixty-five seconds," he said. "You weren't breathing for sixty-five seconds after we found you. I lived and died during each one of them. " He let out a breath. "Never again.
He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. “I missed you, Holly. ” Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.
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!
Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. “Sawyer. ” In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. “Sawyer, what are we doing?” she whispered. He shook his head. “No f#cking clue.
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.
There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.
She had time to make room for him in her closet. The cat had time to get used to him. They had all the time they needed, because he'd told her he was hers, and he was a man of his word. "I've got all I need," she told him. He leaned down and kissed her again, then stroked a finger over her temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I want you to know," he said. "That you're the best choice I ever made. " "No regrets?" "No regrets.