75 Quotes by Dana Marton

Do you feel like you've been through a meat grinder or just tumbled around in a cement mixer?

I’m a Navy SEAL. Nobody will hear me coming.

Guilt was a living, breathing thing. Guilt could tie you tighter than ropes, and he should know. He had extensive experience with both. He’d been the captive of a madman, along with Jess, for three days that had felt like an eternity. Then, this past year, he’d been a POW in Afghanistan, the prisoner of insurgents, for six torturous months. Yet it had been the three days with Jess that had broken him in ways the insurgents could never accomplish.

Within the magnificent cathedral of the Vermont forest, the joy of young love sang.

I might be a thriller writer, but I know all about romance.” “That’s pretty obvious from your love life,” the kid sassed back. “Oh, wait. You don’t have one.

She tasted like the blank page of a book before he’d written the first word, the possibilities limitless.

I have a friend I was a POW with, Cole Makani Hunter, who married an ecotherapist,” he told her.

Take off your boots, please.” He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn’t believe he hadn’t shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic. “What else do you want me to take off?

He blinked. “Have you ever run naked through the woods?” “Certainly.” She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared. “Why? His voice roughened, deepened, back to that just-awakened grizzly-bear tone. “To be one with nature, without barriers. To feel the wind and the moonlight on my skin.” Several seconds passed before he responded. “You can’t feel moonlight.” She smiled…