B. J. Daniels Quotes & Sayings

My motto is - if it feels good -" he grinned as he held her gaze "- then I do it. — B. J. Daniels

Laramie had smiled at Dana. "You just can't stand one of your cousins making a clean getaway. — B. J. Daniels

He couldn't jeopardize the saloon because of some silly infatuation with an outlaw. Even one as beautiful as Mariah Ayers. — B. J. Daniels

Everyone wanted Maggie." He smiled. "But some of us were smart enough to know you can break a wild horse, but you can never trust it. — B. J. Daniels

It felt like a kiss from a man whose reasons were strictly carnal. And I like it. — B. J. Daniels

The woman could get a confession faster than a priest. — B. J. Daniels

Getting over her had been impossible. A day hadn't gone by that he hadn't thought of her, yearned for her. Sometimes he felt as if he couldn't breathe if he didn't see her again. He'd had to come back to make things right no matter how it ended. — B. J. Daniels

You should know something about me. I joke around a lot. But I'm a pretty serious guy about some things. My job. My truck. My lucky boots." Which he just happened to be wearing tonight. "Making love. — B. J. Daniels

You brought me to a sanitarium? Thinking of having me admitted?"
"Fortunately for you, it's closed. — B. J. Daniels

What would it hurt to have one cup of coffee with him? — B. J. Daniels

Jack and I are looking forward to the wedding. Jack said he's never seen a man who has such a way with horses as Cooper Barnett."
Livie nodded. Cooper gave the horses a kind of unconditional love that seemed to make them want to do anything he asked of them. She swore she'd seen the horses look at him with adoration. She chuckled at the thought since she was sure she looked at him the same way. — B. J. Daniels

Lynette "Nettie" Curry found her husband out by the barn, talking to his crows. The crows, a long line of them, teetered on the phone line, cawing down occasionally as if conversing.
"Am I interrupting, Frank?" she asked....
The crows cawed down at her as if in greeting. Ask Frank and he'd report that's exactly what they were saying. He'd always been fascinated with the birds and clearly loved them. But even as skeptical as she'd been when she'd first moved in, Nettie now believed that they were equally as fond of him. — B. J. Daniels

He was looking at the most exciting woman he'd ever met. — B. J. Daniels

How do I know that you aren't manipulating me right now, like you do everyone else, to get what you want?"
"Because if that was true, you and I would already be lovers. — B. J. Daniels

I can be a perfect gentleman. If that's what you want. — B. J. Daniels

Remember what I told you about family secrets." People will kill to keep them, she thought now as she looked at Marianne McGraw. The woman's rocking didn't change as Nikki stepped deeper into the room. — B. J. Daniels

I want to die."
May shook her head. "Let me get a knife."
"I've made a horrible mess of things."
"Haven't we all? If you don't want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen. — B. J. Daniels

I look at the NFL and see how the transition has gone at quarterback. I might be coming along at a good time. For me personally, this is about doing the same thing I've been doing at USF - just smile, have fun, enjoy the experience, keep a positive attitude and encourage my teammates. I like to feed off the people around me. — B. J. Daniels

Austin?" she whispered, not sure what to do.
He turned to her and pulled her into his arms. Her mouth opened in surprise and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. His mouth was warm against here. At first, she was too stunned to react. But after a moment, she put her arms around his neck and lost herself in the kiss.
As the headlights of the sheriff's car washed over them, the golden glow seemed to warm the night because she no longer felt cold. She let out a small helpless moan as Austin deepened the kiss, drawing her even closer.
As the sheriff's card went on past, she felt a pang of regret. Slowly, Austin drew back a little. His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment they stood like that, their quickened warm breaths coming out in white clouds.
"Sorry."
She shook her head. She wasn't sorry. She felt...light-headed, happy, as if helium filled. She thought she might drift off into the night if he let go of her. — B. J. Daniels

Often people meet other people by chatting via computer. They get to talking, seem to have a lot in common, even fall in love without ever meeting each other in person." The farmer was staring at him. "That's the craziest thing I ever heard."
"Unfortunately, often the person on the other end of the chat isn't telling the truth about themselves. Jenna could have been lured by one of these people. They call it catfishing. — B. J. Daniels

Don't do anything quickly, Tag had told him. And whatever you do, don't hit your brakes. You'll end up in the ditch.

He caught something in his headlights. It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing before his heart took off at a gallop.

A car was upside down in the middle of the highway, its headlights shooting out through the falling snow toward the river, the taillights a dim red against the steep canyon wall. The overturned car had the highway completely blocked. — B. J. Daniels

Let me give you a little piece of advice. Most men like to do the chasing."
Well, most men would have caught me by now. — B. J. Daniels

Ya got to watch them bears, Lillie Girl," her father said, looking worried, " 'specially the renegade ones. They'll turn you every way but loose. — B. J. Daniels

You hire another PI and you'll only get him killed - and start a shit storm that is going to rain down on not only you but also your husband and his daughters. You sure it's worth it just to get some dirt on your husband's former wife? — B. J. Daniels

Dana can't stand the idea of an ugly tree not getting to be a Christmas tree," her husband the marshal explained with a shake of his head. "We do what we can for it. — B. J. Daniels

That whole rivalry with the fans is not something that I can pay attention to right now. This is my new home, and whatever I can do to help out Seattle is what I need to do. — B. J. Daniels

He locked gazes with her. "I have to wonder why you aren't being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why. — B. J. Daniels

There are plenty of designers around who could advise you on artwork. I'm not the person you want."
"Oh, I suspect you are exactly the person I'm looking for. — B. J. Daniels

Last night, he'd had hell getting to sleep after what he'd discovered in Ginny's jewelry box. He hated to think what the note or the hidden locket meant. A part of him still wished he'd just put both back in the jewelry box where he'd found them. — B. J. Daniels

He met her challenging gaze. "You really have no idea what is good for you," he said as he caged her against the side of the pickup with a hand on each side of her.
I used to think you would be good for me," she said quietly, her voice rough with emotion. — B. J. Daniels

It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
He laughed. "No, honey, that would be you. — B. J. Daniels

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes. — B. J. Daniels

Honey, before I became the man who was to marry Olivia Hamilton, I was capable of taking care of myself. I can take care of you, too, for that matter. If you should ever decide to trust me." With that he turned the key. The old pickup's engine rumbled to life and he backed out kicking up fresh gravel.

Livie bristled. She knew he thought her an overindulged debutante, but there was more to her than just being Buckmaster Hamilton's daughter and damned if she wasn't going to prove it to him. If he gave her the chance. — B. J. Daniels

During my draft process, I had Seattle come and work me out. This is one of the places where I thought I might be drafted. I'm glad it worked out I'm here. — B. J. Daniels

It beats where my parents first made out. They went to the West Yellowstone dump. They sat in the dark and waited for the bears to come out."
Max laughed, smiling over at her. "And then what?"
"About the time the bars in town closed, the grizzlies would chase away the black bears. Everyone who was parked at the edge of the dump would turn on their headlights and watch the grizzlies dig in the garbage."
"You Montanans really are a romantic bunch. — B. J. Daniels

Austin couldn't help being protective of his youngest brother. While he and Hayes had both worked in law enforcement, Laramie had no experience dealing with criminals.
"I hope you're right," Austin said as he watched his family finish their lunches. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that Laramie had no idea what he was getting into. — B. J. Daniels

Are you trying to seduce me?"
He shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "I have a rule. I never get involved with anyone connected to a story I'm working on...."
"This rule of yours?" she asked. "How many times have your wanted to break it?"
"A few times I was tempted."
"And how many times have you broken it?"
When he spoke, his voice sounded rough with emotion. "Never. — B. J. Daniels

His look turned serious again, and she realized that it was more dangerous than his grin. "I know you, Kat Hamilton. I'd like to say I know you inside and out. Maybe someday soon...."
She reached across him and opened his door. "In your dreams, Malone...."
"Sometime I'll have to tell you how those dreams ended. — B. J. Daniels

I want you, too, Hayes Cardwell, and that isn't the beer talking."
They were so close she could see the shine of his dark eyes in the starlight. Without another word, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the cabin. — B. J. Daniels

I was surprised to hear you'd grown up on a ranch," he said.
"What is that?"
"You don't like cowboy art."
She chuckled. "You think they go hand in hand? — B. J. Daniels

He cleared his throat. "Yes. I hate to both you this evening but I'm the new interim marshal in Gallatin Canyon and I'm involved in an investigation. — B. J. Daniels

She had to laugh. "You're making me hungry."
"Me, too." His gaze locked with hers, making it clear it wasn't just barbecue he was hungry for. — B. J. Daniels

Love me," she whispered. "Love me like you mean it. — B. J. Daniels

He envied her, sensing that she lived each day as if it was her last. — B. J. Daniels

As she reached the stairs, she made a quick detour and stepped outside.
A crescent moon hung in the midnight blue sky along with trillions of twinkling stars. Out here there were no streetlights to wash out the view. She loved being able to see the stars.
Tonight, the mountains were etched deep purple against the night sky. The white snowcapped tips gleamed silver. Nearer, silhouetted pine trees swayed in the breeze as if in a slow dance.
"You are such a romantic," Trask had once told her. "Are you sure you want to open a bar? You should be writing poetry."
She'd laughed. "How do you know I don't? — B. J. Daniels

DJ saw the change in his expression the moment before he dropped the ax, reached out with his gloved hand and, cupping her neck, drew her to him. "I believe you owe me a kiss. — B. J. Daniels

I like the clothes, too. I should shop flea markets more often."
He laughed at that. "You'd look good in anything, even rags. — B. J. Daniels

I know what you're up to."
"I doubt that." Hayes leaned toward her, his hand looping around the back of McKenzie's neck as he gently drew her to him. "Because if you could see what I was up to, then you'd know I was about to kiss you. — B. J. Daniels

Hell, I've always like the man," he said now. "Until he became involved with my wife. — B. J. Daniels

These chocolates made you close your eyes and moan and were right up there with sex. Well, not sex with Hud. Nothing could beat that. — B. J. Daniels

Seriously? You tried to ride a bucking horse?"
"You did the same thing."
He nodded. "But you're..."
"Female? You noticed." She grinned at him and realized she was flirting about the same time he did. — B. J. Daniels

Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you."
"I still want to kill him," Dana whispered.
"Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned. — B. J. Daniels

He seemed to study her. "I think I might surprise you." She feared that was definitely what might happen. — B. J. Daniels

Without the cops or the feds, the two of them were on their own. And Jack had no idea what they were up against. All he knew was that he now had the assumed future president's daughter's life in his hands. — B. J. Daniels

Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked as a few moments passed without either of them speaking.
He mentally shook himself out of his reverie. "Sorry, you looked so..."
"Cold?" she suggested with a smile. — B. J. Daniels

She dropped her voice to a hoarse whisper that turned his blood to slush. "You will wake up and find me standing over your bed. You will see the flash of a blade before I plunger it into your heart. My face will be the last thing ever see. — B. J. Daniels

We seem to have more leaks in my office than an old wooden rowboat. — B. J. Daniels

He'd been trying to save this woman in his dreams for years. Now here she was, all grown up, and he still felt helpless. — B. J. Daniels

Unable to stand another minute in the house with Angelina, the disapproving looks of his daughters and the chance that his dead first wife might show up at his door, Buckmaster drove into Beartooth to the Range Rider.
The bar was empty this time of day, which suited him just fine.
Clete poured him a Scotch and said," Haven't seen you for a while."
He figured everyone in town already knew about Sarah. "I've never needed a drink more badly than I do right now. I'm sure you heard I now have two wives."
"I wouldn't wish that on any man... — B. J. Daniels

There is one man," the artist said after a moment. He'd paled. "H. F. Powell."
"Where would I find him?"
West didn't seem to hear him for a moment. He shook his head as if clearing away cobwebs from his brain. "Find him?" His laugh was more of a grunt. "Six feet under, last I checked. — B. J. Daniels

Jace watched as the moon rose over the pines and scattered the mountainside with fool's gold. He rested against a large tree trunk as he leaned back into the dark shadow of the boughs and kicked himself mentally for thinking this was going to be easy. He should have known finding someone as complicated as Bo Hamilton wouldn't be easy. — B. J. Daniels

She angled her head to look up at him. Her blue eyes were huge in the moonlight. One tear still clung to her lash, looking like a shining jewel. He touched it with his fingertip and it dissolved, warm and wet into his skin. His gaze shifter to her bowshaped mouth. Her lips trembled, then parted. A soft mew of a sound escaped them.
There was nothing to do but kiss her. — B. J. Daniels

Max was fascinated by the woman and more than a little curious about what she might be up to. Sarah Johnson had come from a two-parent, affluent home with a squeaky-clean past. She'd been the golden girl, high school cheerleader, valedictorian and had apparently glided through college without making a ripple, coming out with a bachelor of arts degree in literature. She'd married well, had six children and then one winter night, for some unknown reason, she'd driven her car into the Yellowstone River. Her body was never found. Because there were no skid marks on the highway, it had looked like a suicide. Foul play had never been suspected.
That was twenty-two years ago. Now she was back - with no memory of those years or why she'd apparently tried to take her own life.
Max wanted this story more than he wanted a hot cup of coffee this morning. — B. J. Daniels

This woman would be the death of him.... He told himself he wouldn't be stupid enough to let her steal his heart. — B. J. Daniels

You have the most incredible eyes. I feel as if I can look into your soul."
Sid shivered. "Don't look too closely. — B. J. Daniels

The snow in the mountains had changed everything. Frank swore as he listened on the phone to the head of search and rescue describing the conditions they'd run into on the other side of the Crazies.
"The terrain is too dangerous," Jim Martin said. "Even experienced ground crews found many areas too difficult to traverse with the snow."
"What about the searchers in the helicopters?"
"They should be able to see tracks in the snow once the clouds life." Jim didn't sound optimistic. "The storm isn't moving on as fast as the weatherman predicted. — B. J. Daniels

You're a real cowboy."
He laughed. "You're just now realizing that? — B. J. Daniels

I can't understand why anyone would ever leave here," he said if as captivated by their surroundings as she was. "It's...breathtaking." He pulled up to the house and cut the engine before he looked over at her. "Just like you. — B. J. Daniels

Her emotions boiled up like one of the Yellowstone geysers just down the road. First shock and right on its heels came fury. When Hud had left town five years ago, she'd convinced herself she'd never have to lay eyes on that sorry son of a bitch again. And here he was. Damn, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse. — B. J. Daniels

I don't want to rush this," he whispered against her temple.
"Brody," she pleaded again. "Don't rush it the second time. — B. J. Daniels

His gaze locked with hers. "I didn't know what my life was missing until I met you. — B. J. Daniels

He started for his office, but something was bothering him. Turning back to her, he said, "I have to know. DJ walks in and you instantly like her. You've never liked any of the women I've dated, and you've never done more than share a few words with them on the phone. What is different about this one?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice down.
Marge smiled. "You'll remember this one's name. — B. J. Daniels

A wave rocked her and he grabbed for her, pulling her against him. His warm, wet skin brushed against hers, and then his arms were around her, his mouth on hers as he tangled his legs with hers.
Kat lost herself in his kiss, in his mouth, in his touch, as the ocean waves gently rocked them and the sky paled into twilight. A rogue wave dropped over them, driving them underwater - and apart. Kat kicked her way to the surface, coughing on the salt water.
Max came up looking as surprised by the kiss as the wave that had almost drowned them. "I didn't mean for that to happen. But you looked so damned... kissable. — B. J. Daniels

Brody McTavish. Harper grimaced in embarrassment. She'd been half in love with him as far back as she could remember. Not that he had looked twice at her. He'd been the handsome rowdy teen she used to spy on from a distance. — B. J. Daniels

The motorcycle's headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it. — B. J. Daniels

Would he love the house as much if his cat burglar didn't come back for the painting? He pushed that thought away, telling himself he was in the market for a house long before he'd laid eyes on the dark-clad figure running along the rooftop. Long before the kiss. — B. J. Daniels

Was that designer stubble on his jaw? — B. J. Daniels

Wait a minute. Are you limping?" Before he could speak, she said, "You can ride, though, right?"
"I assume you're referring to a horse?"
She smiled and jammed her hands down on her abundant hips. "Cowboys," she muttered under her breath as she sat back down. — B. J. Daniels

Brick stood silhouetted against the frozen lake through this front window. "Be careful. It sounds like you've got at least one killer out there. Someone who thought they'd gotten away with murder. It's easier to kill after the first time, they say. — B. J. Daniels

His gaze locked with hers as he leaned into her, his mouth finding hers. She tasted the saltiness of her tears and the cold scent of the winter day on his lips. — B. J. Daniels

Something about the Judge Raymond Randolph murder case. Something was wrong. He could feel it deep in his bones, like a sliver buried under the skin. — B. J. Daniels

She promised herself she wouldn't do it even as she reached out, her fingers trembling, and adjusted the side mirror to look back. — B. J. Daniels

You don't have to treat me as if I'm made out of glass and might break," she said. "I'm a lot stronger than I look."
"Is that right?" He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him right there in the street between their vehicles. Her full lips parted in surprise. Her sweet, warm breath commingled with his own. She let out a soft moan as he tasted her. Drawing her even closer, he deepened the kiss, demanding more. — B. J. Daniels

They rode up a trail until the trees parted and they got their first good view of Lone Peak across the valley and river. This late morning it was breathtaking. The stark peak gleamed against the deep blue of the big sky. No wonder this area had been named Big Sky. — B. J. Daniels

What?" she said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny. She knew it was silly. He'd seen her at her absolute worst.
"You just look so... cute," he said. "Clearly breaking the law excites you. — B. J. Daniels

She warned herself to let it go. But that meant letting the painting go. She couldn't do that, she thought with a curse. And Laramie Cardwell was practically daring her to come steal it. — B. J. Daniels

When are you coming back?" he'd demanded as he'd watched her throw her clothes into two suitcases and head for the door.
"When you get some help with your drinking." He didn't need any help. He drank fine without it. — B. J. Daniels

What's for dinner?"
"Roast beef. I heard it was a woman's body buried on Hamilton Ranch and that her body had been mummified."
"Roast beef and mummified should never be used in the same sentence," he joked as he headed toward the refrigerator for a beer. — B. J. Daniels

Before you leave, wouldn't you like the message Sarah's friend left for you?"
She had already started for the door and now turned. "By all means."
"He said he'd destroy your husband... after he killed you. — B. J. Daniels

She looked over at Austin. Light from one of the yards shone on his handsome face, catching her off guard. He wasn't just handsome. He was caring and kind and capable, as well. She warned herself not to let one kiss go to her head. Of course, she felt something for this man whod' saved her life twice and probably would have to again before this was over.
But her pulse was still pounding hard from the kiss. It had been the best kiss she'd ever had. — B. J. Daniels

I want you to meet her. If for any reason you suspect anything strange about her ---"
Hilde laughed. "I'll let you know if she tries to kill me. — B. J. Daniels

A forbidden love that ended badly. — B. J. Daniels

Jackson couldn't bear to see Allie like this. He pulled her to him and, dropping his mouth to hers, kissed her. She leaned into him, letting him draw her even closer as the kiss deepened. Fireworks lit the night, booming in a blaze of glittering light before going dark again. Desire ignited his blood. He wanted Allie like he'd never wanted anyone or anything before. — B. J. Daniels

A half mile down the hillside, he could see Warren's pickup stop in a cloud of dust. Hud watched Dana get out. She was still beautiful. Still prickly as a porcupine. Still strong and determined. Still wishing him dead. — B. J. Daniels

Are we ever getting out of these mountains?" she asked without turning to look at him.
He moved up behind her and put his arms around her.
She leaned back against him. Her hair glistened with melting snow. She felt small in his arms.
"We're going to get out of here," he whispered as he slowly turned her to face him. "Do you trust me?"
She raised her head to meet his eyes and held his gaze for a long moment. "With my life. — B. J. Daniels

When you were a teenager, where did you go to make out?"
"Seriously?" She laughed nervously.
"Aren't we a little old for that?"
"I certainly hope not. — B. J. Daniels

I thought you would at least help me retrieve my horse."
He stopped and mumbled under his breath, "If your horse has any sense he'll keep going. — B. J. Daniels

If you don't look at me right this minute, Brody McTavish, I'm going to ---"
He swung on her. Had she not been standing flatfooted she would have stumbled back. Instead, she was rooted to the ground as suddenly he was in her face. "I've been listening to you and I've been looking at you for years," he said, his voice deep and thick with emotion. "I've been waiting for you to grow up." His voice faltered as he dropped his horse's reins. "Because I've been wanting to do this since you were sixteen."
Grabbing her, he pulled her against his rock-hard body. His mouth dropped to hers. Her lips parted of their own accord, just as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs as he deepened the kiss and she heard herself moan. — B. J. Daniels