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.
What do you want? "To know you," she said without hesitation. "All of you. I want to know what makes you feel good. " "Your laughter," he said without hesitation. "Feeling your hands on me. The way you look at me, whether I've been a complete dumbass, or just made you come-" With a laugh, she ducked her head, but he dipped his down until she was looking at him again. "You want to know what scared me?" he asked. "Yes" He leaned even closer and slid a hand to the nape of her neck. "The thought of never having those things with you again. " -Chloe and Sawyer (Head over Heels)
Remember, you’re unique. And so is everyone else.
A conclusion is the place you get to when you’re tired of thinking.
Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.
With you i found myself. You are the one i was waiting for, when i didn't even realize i was waiting. -dr. Emma Sinclair-
I chose the path less traveled but only because I was lost. Carry a map. - Phoebe Traeger
Sisters are the true friends who ask how you are, and then wait to hear the answer.
And I specialize in fixing things up and restoring them to their former glory. ” She wondered if that talent extended to humans, maybe even humans who never really had a former glory.
. . . But the problem is, people tend to assign you the role of the person you are at your worst, you know?
Accept that some days you’re the bug, and some days you’re going to be the windshield.
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.
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.
There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.
He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.
Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything. " He stroked a hand down her back. "Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.
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.
Smile. . . it makes people wonder what you're up to.
You came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it. " "What about you? What about a relationship with you?" He pulled back to look into her face as if memorizing her features. His voice, when he spoke, was low and gravelly with emotion. "I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.
As for the military or service professionals, I have nothing but respect for them, but come on, when it comes to romance novels, we all know it's really about the uniforms and how the guys look in them!