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.
Tag opened the door to his knock, and with a look of disappointment, peered behind Wade. "You got someone better coming over?" Wade asked him. "Pizza," Tag said.
Change is good but dollars are better. - Tara daniels
Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.
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.
Smile. . . it makes people wonder what you're up to.
A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.
Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count. -Tara on Ford
She’s drunk dialing contractors ” Chloe said to Tara. “Someone should stop her.
I threatened to kung fu you. Oh my God.
In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.
I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.
Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?
Experience is something you get… after you need it.
Obeying the rules might be smart, but it's not as nearly as much fun.
The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.
I'm going to shoot somebody," Maddie said. "Sawyer hates when people do that. It's a whole bunch of paperwork.
Matt?" "Yeah?" "You okay?" "Working on it. " His voice sounded unusually tight. "I thought you said you did this a lot. " "Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. " This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. "It's just panties," she finally whispered. "And they're really great panties," Matt agreed. "But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.
Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.
Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, someone will hand you a shovel.
Why do we always fight?” she whispered. “You know why. ” Yeah, she did. “It’s science. ” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.