Quotes by Kristin Miller

Jack may’ve been deceitful by blood and a liar by nature, but hot damn holy honeysuckle, he knew how to kiss.

She couldnt detach from him, couldnt catch her breath, and didnt want to. Not ever again.

As his gaze rose to her face - he bit back a gasp. Your hair, its - Red. ...You look stunning. ...Did I ever tell you that when I was growing up, my favorite cartoon characters was Jessica Rabbit? ...You always had the curves, but now, with the hair... He blew out an exaggerated Roger Rabbit whistle. Youre a spittin image.

Hopefully by next week the classes will have paid off and Ill be cooking gourmet.Gourmet? From your cooking? He pushed aside his computer, grabbed a paper plate, and started scoop0ing rice. You shouldnt be able say those things in the same sentence.

The woman would be beautiful if she wasnt so deceitful, but snakes ofte3n had the most beautiful design on their scales.

Since she moved in, Carter found himself in the mood for a lot of things he hadnt been before. Crispy salmon wasnt one of them.

Do you remember anything about last night? he asked.Her stomach churned as memories of the night before swam into mental view. Oh, she recalled a few things. How could she forget? She took a solid gulp of her coffee. I remember vodka, an ax murderer, and a marriage proposal.Good. The important things. He nodded.

He dropped back into the couch cushions, stroking the condensation dripping off his glass. Youre in a pickle.You want one? Her eyebrows perked up, though her eyes werent tracking well. I think I have a jar in the fridge.

She was a goddess personified, her breasts so soft and round he couldve buried his head between them, suffocated, and died a happy man.