Really? Assaulting an officer? That’s a new one for you.” ~ FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro

Is he always like this?” she said irritably. “Flying by the seat of his pants?””Pretty much, yeah.” Oliver grinned. “He’s not a planner. But he happens to be the best improviser I’ve ever known.

Wendy Belle wasn’t the type of model foreign princes married. Yes, tall and graceful, but she didn’t radiate a Grace Kelly-like cold beauty. Her lips were too sensuous for that, her eyes too mysterious. Her...

I suspected you were tired of looking for things you should have found a long time ago. ~ Jared

Romantic Suspense, we love you so. You make us cringe, and give us hope. Sometimes we lust, sometimes we cry, But in the end, you make us sigh.

Sometimes you have to go ‘yippee-ki-yay’ on a person who deserves it.

She nodded and somehow found her voice. You’re going too slow,” she whispered.A wicked smile spread across his face that she felt all the way to her toes. It softened his normally harsh expression, making...

Crude. You’re crude, roomie.

Cold rage had him leaning closer, the pistol now a mere inch from his throat. “I served with them for a decade in Special Forces. You can’t _begin_ to know what that means. Now they’re...

He needed to gather her up, hold on to her, anything to help her stop trembling. Something was going to shake loose if she didn’t.

Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal...

Pheeb. I’m a bad bet. There’s no future here. I know this feels big, this thing between us, right now it feels huge—and shh, don’t make a dick joke, I’m serious. But it’s not going...

One glance at the way he looked at her, and Sam knew exactly what he was. A lethal habit, she thought. The accelerator on a race car. A halo jump on a crystal clear day....

Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren’t seeing her. Focused on the movement of the blade, the mesmerizing gaze seemed a world away....

Jake became excruciatingly aware of her, there, right behind him. The small grunts and groans as she placed each foot carefully on the slick ground reverberated in his gut. He wanted to turn around and...

He hugged her hard. “I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.

Kevin looks at me and I know he isn’t seeing the little girl I use to be, all pigtails and gangly limbs. He isn’t seeing my mother’s daughter or even my mother anymore. As his...

I want to be the star in your diary” -Shawn, Fade to White

The guilt over his secret was eating him up alive, but hell, the feel of her in his arms threatened to override all of it. This was Maria, the woman he’d fantasized about for almost...

She was different from any other women he’d been with. Something he’d known from the moment he’d met her and she’d made a smart-ass comment about him looking like GI Joe on vacation.

Tu hai gli occhi irlandesi, ragazzo mio. Un giorno vedrai con occhi che non sono i tuoi, sentirai con il cuore di un’altra persona.Selvaggi occhi irlandesi, Nathan. Quando ami qualcuno, ama con tutto te stesso...

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?

Remembered pain tightened his mouth into a grim line. The weeks he’d spent looking for her had left permanent scars on his heart.

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

[Prince Stefan’s] family was of Eastern European descent, with some real royalty thrown in via a connection to Vlad the Impaler—who hung from a branch that Ian wouldn’t kept secret had the family tree been...

As much as I’m turned on by your buff, sexy body pressing against mine, if you could please roll off of me, I’ll get my guns.

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.

He smiled. “I bet the paper ran something about you once your hiring was confirmed. A new cop is big news in a small town. People were probably admonished to make you feel at home.”She...

And for a moment there, despite the bruising, despite the snarled dirty hair, despite her sunburned skin and the suffering in her eyes that she refused to let defeat her, she was one of the...

He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.

First thought? I’d kissed you without knowing for sure that you were gay and it could have blown up in my face. Then, when it didn’t, I thought about kissing you again. After that I...

For the first time in a long time he decided to trust that the woman next to him, who smelled like peaches and cream and made him think of nothing but sex, wasn’t going to...

Then let me take advantage of you.

How do you feel?”Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. “Like I want you to kiss me again.”And _that_ was the invitation he’d been waiting for.

Tempting as your offer is, I won’t go home with you. I can’t sleep with you, Justin. You say it doesn’t have to be that way, but you and I both know that’s the way...

Good Lord! I’m not a vegetarian—

That honest enough for you?

He also had deep brown eyes, light brown skin and an infectious grin, even in the middle of a grueling SWAT workout. In short, exactly her type. If only he wasn’t a teammate, making him...

Books are keys that open many doors — James Rollins

His phone rang just as he set his evidence kit on the ground. He glanced at the display and took the call. “Hey, Mom.””I ran into Cindy Jenners at the store today.””No.””She’s such a nice...

And even though they had not had sex yet, he was a great lover, replacing sex with the science of bravery and inner strength. Meredith had always wanted a man with this kind of depth.

If you’re worried I’ll bite, I promise to tell you first.

If you were truly ‘here for me,’ you would have a Kahlua in one hand and Henry Cavill’s number in the other. Since I’m not having drunken phone sex with Superman, there must be another...

If you wanted a peek at my dick I would have sent pictures,” Levi growled.

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s ‘My Kind of Town.

The whole world seemed to be wounded, broken, hurting.

He should probably make love to her.

Being an author, writing a book was great fun. Publishing and marketing, not so fun.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.

That’s a mouthful.