She’d set herself up to fail. On purpose. In the most basic way a woman can. I shaved my bikini line and wore my best underwear.

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.

Dasher was able-bodied; that was part of the problem. His body was able to make hers do crazy things under his scrutiny, touch, scent.

This had to be Hell.Well, myHell, and funnily enough, my Hell was in a church, surrounded by people I—either door did—love.

What if it’s a shy fish? Is that a 'coy koi?' What? Don’t hate me because I’m asking the important questions.

So…while we’re sitting here on this luxury yacht enjoying our bread and water, why doesn’t someone tell me the plan?

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

I don't spill my drinks on just any man, you know." She touched his cheek. "only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.

You dance?”“I think that might be overly optimistic,” he said. “I do something. I’ll try not to hurt you.

You're beautiful, Jenna. i'm a man and I'm afraid to admit when I'm lucky enough to look at someone as beautiful as you.

Xavier had thought he was in paradise before. He’d been wrong. Sophia was more than paradise. She was the very reason he breathed.

He picked the one Cinderella on earth who would smash the glass slipper and cut off a few toes to keep Prince Charming from finding her.

There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you.

It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.

It only wakes up the burning desire I always feel whenever I'm close to this man and the shadows of my fears back away. — Skye