… The use of your gift for good is your responsibility. You must decide for yourself.

The way to warm up is to lie next to another person. Naked.

You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

Will you have any regrets once she’s dead? Brooklyn’s question and her voice echoed in my head as I watched her walking to her house, her hips swaying tantalizingly at every step. A heavy weight...

You know, nice guys finish last, don’t you?””I guess I’ll finish last.

You thought I didn’t notice the way you two looked at each other? I may be old but I’m not blind. I remember thatfeeling. The spark, the electricity… ”I had to interject before I got...

I can’t promise you I won’t ever screw up, but I can promise you that every single day I wake up, I will love you more then the day before.

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn’t think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his.They’d heated. Darkened. And...

Have you ever believed in something so completely that you were willing to give up everything and everyone in your life to protect it?

I sincerely pity the poor man you marry. I doubt he’ll have a moment’s peace.

Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need...

I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.

Be careful, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re sounding jealous.””Good thing you know better.

Late twenties, single, female. Do the math.Flirty flings were fabulous until you hit the big three-O, all downhillfrom there. Biological clocks started ticking like time bombs waiting todetonate, gravity exerted more force on your life...

Two characters and sexy banter do not a book make, damn it.

I’ll be back later! Put that champagne on ice!

My eyes refuse to let him leave, but he stands still holding my hand, lingering for as long as possible.

I knew without words, without facts, without knowing every last detail about you and your life that I was drawn to you. That we had a connection. I was mesmerized. The kind of thing that...

I’ve never met anyone as kind as you are, except me Mum, o’ course.” –Benjamin Trimmel to Lady Alexandra.

I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.

When her gaze landed upon his lips, he scooted closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Fire ignited low in his belly and desire coursed through his veins. No doubt, his John Thomas was doing...

I feel alive when you kiss me.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody’s bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn’t one of God’s good gifts.

There was no question to answer. He would rather die with er than live a single day more without her.

If I’ve got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he’s in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt . . . then I’m definitely meeting him!She stares at me awkwardly, and...

Life’s like a puzzle. Everyone is given one piece. Sometimes you connect with someone or something that has an interlocking part. As time goes by, you’ll see that picture taking form, and you’ll be amazed...

They did it quite a lot after that first encounter” … when Jill remembers first meeting the dashing Baron.

Nolan?

The kiss wove between gentle and frenzied, liquid and greedy, silken and primal, and he sucked every second of bliss he could from the forbidden pleasure.

Two is always better than one.

In the back of his mind, he had always wondered why — why they harbored such resentment for him. Now he had the answer, and he felt sick. He felt the bottom dropping out.

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had...

People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.