B.J. Daniels

He locked gazes with her. “I have to wonder why you aren’t being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why.

— B.J. Daniels

He noticed her eyes were a rich, warm brown, the same color as his favorite horse." Yes?" He realized he'd been staring. At least he had the sense not to voice his thoughts. He doubted she would appreciate her eye color being compared to that of his horse's hide even if it was his favorite.

— B.J. Daniels

Her gaze locked with his, and she felt her heart quicken. Slowly, he bent his head until his lips were only a breath away from her own. She couldn't breathe. Didn't dare. She thought she would die if he didn't kiss her.

— B.J. Daniels

He started for his office, but something was bothering him. Turning back to her, he said, “I have to know. DJ walks in and you instantly like her. You’ve never liked any of the women I’ve dated, and you’ve never done more than share a few words with them on the phone. What is different about this one?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice down. Marge smiled. “You’ll remember this one’s name.

— B.J. Daniels

His lips brushed over hers. She let out a sigh of relief and joy and pleasure. He pulled her tighter against him, taking her mouth with his own. She melted into him and the kiss, heart pounding, desire sparking along her nerve endings like a string of lit dynamite.

— B.J. Daniels

Honey, before I became the man who was to marry Olivia Hamilton, I was capable of taking care of myself. I can take care of you, too, for that matter. If you should ever decide to trust me." With that he turned the key. The old pickup's engine rumbled to life, and he backed out kicking up fresh gravel. Livie bristled. She knew he thought her an overindulged debutante, but there was more to her than just being Buck master Hamilton's daughter and damned if she wasn't going to prove it to him. If he gave her the chance.

— B.J. Daniels

HUD? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hide said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you." "I still want to kill him," Dana whispered. "Not on your birthday." Hide frowned.

— B.J. Daniels

I have a suspicious mind, and murder is kind of my business.

— B.J. Daniels

I know what you're up to."" I doubt that." Hayes leaned toward her, his hand looping around the back of McKenzie's neck as he gently drew her to him. "Because if you could see what I was up to, then you'd know I was about to kiss you.

— B.J. Daniels

I want to die.” May shook her head. “Let me get a knife.” “I’ve made a horrible mess of things.” “Haven’t we all? If you don’t want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen.

— B.J. Daniels