What is it with us?

— Jill Shalvis

Who’s there?”“The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?

— Jill Shalvis

Willa came around to Finn's side of the bar. She was tiny, barely came up to his shoulder, but she was like a mother cat when riled. He knew better than to go toe to toe with her, especially when she was giving him The Look. But he wasn't in the mood. "No," he said." You don't even know what I'm going to say."" You're going to say I'm being a stupid guy," Finn said. "But newsflash, I am a guy and sometimes we're stupid. Deal with it."" I wasn't going to say that." She paused when he slid her a look and she sighed." Okay, fine, I was. But you are being stupid.

— Jill Shalvis

With her hands still fisted in his shirt, she gave a gentle tug until he bent enough that she could kiss him softly. And then not so softly.“What was that for?” he asked when she pulled free, his voice sexy low and gruff now.”For being the kind of guy who can admit he has emotions.” He cupped her face. “We don’t have to tell anyone, right?” She smiled. “It’ll be our secret.” But then her smile faded because she wasn’t good at secrets. Or maybe she was too good at them. . . “I’m not helpless,” she said. “I want you to know that.”“I do know it.” He paused, looking a little irritated again. “Mostly.”“Good,” she said. “Now that’s settled, you should know, the caveman thing you just pulled. . . It turned me on a little bit.” He slid her a look. “Yeah?”“Yeah.” Looking a little less like he was spoiling for a fight, his hands went to her hips, and he pulled her in tighter. What the hell was she doing? Clearly, she wasn’t equipped to stay strong, and who could? The guy was just too damn potent. Too visceral. Testosterone and pheromones leaked off of him. She dropped her head to his chest. “Ugh. You’re being. . . You.”“Was that in English?”“This is all your fault.”“Nope. Definitely not English.”“You’re being all hot and sexy, dammit,” she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. “And I can’t seem to. . . Not notice said hotness and sexiness.” He smiled. “You want me again.” Again. Still. . . She tossed up her hands. “You wear your stupid sexiness on your sleeve and you don’t even know it.

— Jill Shalvis

Wow," she whispered. "Gorgeous."" Yeah," he said, looking at her. She laughed. "That's cheesy." He grinned. "You liked it."" No, I didn't." He peered at her over his dark sunglasses, letting his gaze slip past her face. She followed his line of sight and realized that her nipples were pressing eagerly against the thin white cotton of her shirt. "That's because I'm cold," she said and crossed her arms over her chest. He laughed. "It's seventy-five degrees."" Downright chilly," she said, nose in the air. Grinning, he reeled her in, and with Thor (the dog) protesting between them, he kissed the living daylights out of her.

— Jill Shalvis

Wyatt should’ve looked ridiculous sitting on the floor, leaning into the crate makingkissykiss noises at the cat, but he didn’t. He looked … mouthwatering. “Hey, sweet thing,” he said in a low cajoling voice. “Come on out. I’ll going to love you up, I promise. You know you want some of that.”“Oh, please,” Emily said on a laugh to cover up the fact that her bones melted at the sound of him. “That’s never going to work—“But hell if the cat didn’t shift ever so slightly closer to Wyatt and sniff at him. Wyatt flashed both Sweetie and Emily a smile. “Aw, that’s it,” he crooned to the suspicious, wary cat. “Come on, baby girl, all the way. I’ll be good to you, I promise.” Emily laughed again, even as she felt her nipples tighten. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Honestly, Wyatt, no self respecting female – cat or woman – is going to—

— Jill Shalvis

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears. . . All of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired, and she didn’t want it to stop. Any of it.

— Jill Shalvis

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.

— Jill Shalvis

You know what you are, Sam Brody?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "A big, fat tease." They both knew there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. They also both knew exactly what she meant.

— Jill Shalvis

You only live once, right?"" Not true," Quinn said, "you live every day. You only die once.

— Jill Shalvis