His expression was strained. "I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble."" I thought Wild stone was safe."" It is. The trouble isn't going to come from the unknown. It's going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door." She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.

— Jill Shalvis

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.

— Jill Shalvis

How about we give each other everything we can and not blame each other for what we can’t.

— Jill Shalvis

I can't think in your presence." "Why not?" "Because looking at you is like..." She tossed up her hands. "It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.

— Jill Shalvis

I chose the path less traveled but only because I was lost. Carry a map. - Phoebe Traeger

— Jill Shalvis

I deserve more. I mean I understand I do. Once you’ve protected someone the way you protected me, you get… well, protective. But I’m no longer that sixteen-year-old girl, Archer. I’m a grown woman.

— Jill Shalvis

I'd give up being a bitch, but I'm not a quitter.

— Jill Shalvis

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

— Jill Shalvis

I don’t want to talk about it,” she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. “At all,” she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. “Ever,” she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth. He had a really great mouth.

— Jill Shalvis

I don’t want to talk about it,” she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. “At all,” she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. “Ever,” she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth. He had a really great mouth.“I don’t want to talk, either,” that mouth said very seriously. And then he lowered his head and kissed her.

— Jill Shalvis