A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!

— Vonnie Davis

A smart woman knows when to listen to her man." Her man? "He is most definitely not my man. He's not my type." "Type? If he was anymore your type, he'd have you sitting in his lap.

— Vonnie Davis

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?

— Vonnie Davis

Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.

— Vonnie Davis

Have ye ever known a female who wanna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

— Vonnie Davis

He held his crotch, his knees bent and his kilt showing he wore nothing beneath it. She shuffled from one foot to the other as she stared at his Scottish bagpipe. Bet he could hit a lot of high notes with that thing. "You...you startled me when you grabbed me like that."" Well, ye needn be afraid now. I couldn molest ya, even if I wanted to, which I Diana. I'm betting foreplay with ye would be like grabbing hold of an electrical wire while sitting in a tub of water." He groaned and cussed some more. "Hell, I bet yer vagina is lined with shark's teeth.

— Vonnie Davis

Her breathing hitched and his all but seized in his lungs for the want of her, the taste of her, the feel of her under his hands. His lips whispered against the curve of hers, where her cheek ended and her very sexy mouth began.

— Vonnie Davis

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.

— Vonnie Davis

Ice Man, his friends had called him. She'd give him a different nickname, like Sex on a Stick or Horny Toad.

— Vonnie Davis

If ye wear underwear, it's a skirt. If ye Diana, it's a kilt.

— Vonnie Davis