173 Quotes by B.J. Daniels

Love me,” she whispered. “Love me like you mean it.

We seem to have more leaks in my office than an old wooden rowboat.

I like the clothes, too. I should shop flea markets more often." He laughed at that. "You'd look good in anything, even rags.

She angled her head to look up at him. Her blue eyes were huge in the moonlight. One tear still clung to her lash, looking like a shining jewel. He touched it with his fingertip and it dissolved, warm and wet into his skin. His gaze shifter to her bowshaped mouth. Her lips trembled, then parted. A soft mew of a sound escaped them. There was nothing to do but kiss her.

She dropped her voice to a hoarse whisper that turned his blood to slush. "You will wake up and find me standing over your bed. You will see the flash of a blade before I plunger it into your heart. My face will be the last thing ever see.

It was on a night like this in 1967 that he’d first seen them. The memory was too fresh. He cursed himself for letting his thoughts take that particular path. “Don’t be a damned fool,” he said out loud, needing to hear something, even his own voice. “They aren’t out there.” And yet every fiber of his being knew better. They were here again. It was his only thought as he turned and tried to run, knowing it was a fool thing to do in the dark …

If he’d forgotten that shy twelve-year-old whose heart he’d broken, well, she’d be happy to remind him.

Ledger is still in love with Abby,” he said with a sigh. “I can’t see any way that can have a happy ending.” Just like his own situation, he though. “Boone, well, he’s ornery enough that it will take a special woman to turn his head.

The first thing we’re going to do is buy you a pair of cowboy boots, woman.” She laughed. “That’s the first thing?” Cull dragged her into another kiss, this one hotter than the last. “Maybe not the first thing.