Quotes by Cristin Harber

American girls shivered and quivered at the Aussie accent whispered against their bodies.

You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.

This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—

Chocolate cake and a diamond ring? In bed with the man of my dreams?

She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.

God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.

Holy swoonballs!

I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.

He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,

A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.

The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.

But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.

There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.

He was the gorgeous one, brute strength wrapped into one sex god of a man.

Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

In the span of one night, Jenny had gone from being someone he refused to touch to the woman he refused to stay away from.

Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.

You’re going to let her wander into someone else’s arms? There’s another man who could protect her better than you? Well, if that’s true—

God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.