Jill Shalvis Quotes & Sayings

Good girl lesson #2: When your BFF sends you a gorgeous guy, you call her and thank her. That's good manners. Good girl lesson #3: Stop scowling. You'll scare away the aforementioned gorgeous guy. — Jill Shalvis

He slid her a look, and she held up her hand in a solemn vow, making him smile. "Were you a Girl Scout?" he asked.
"Not even a little bit," she said.
-Matt and Amy — Jill Shalvis

His gaze swept over her, hot and approving, as he lifted her up. "Wrap your legs around me - There. God, yeah, like that - " His voice was a low command, caressing her as much as his hands. "Hold on to me." Then his mouth crushed her own as he pushed her back against the door.
She threaded her hands into his hair as he thrust deep inside of her. He made a rough sound of sheer male pleasure, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rocked into him. Again he thrust, slowly at first, teasing until she was begging. It was glorious torment, hot and demanding, just like the man kissing her. — Jill Shalvis

He rocked her against him. "No idea what I'm going to do with you."
She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good. — Jill Shalvis

Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic. — Jill Shalvis

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing.
"'Night," she whispered.
"Night," he whispered back.
And yet neither of them moved. — Jill Shalvis

She was very busy fighting a full-facial, saltwater cavity wash when two big hands gripped her arms and hauled her upright. — Jill Shalvis

You told everyone when I locked myself out last week. I fielded calls on that one all day long." "Yes, well, that's because you were wearing only your towel, which you dropped when you climbed in the window, mooning Mr. Kletzy across the street. Word is he hadn't seen a naked woman in fifty years. He's now requesting that next time you lose your towel at high noon because the light is better. — Jill Shalvis

Don't worry about whether you can do it, Bailey Bean. Just pretend you can. Pretend enough and it becomes real. — Jill Shalvis

The special please," she said, waving a coupon from the week's paper. "The young rejuvenating facial. I want to look thirty."
"Mom," Jonathan said. "It's a facial, not a magic wand."
She rolled up the paper and swatted him with it. "Fine, I'll take forty." She gave Lily a hug. "And you! How lovely to see you again!" She turned to Jonathan. "So ... you can make me look forty, right?"
"How about gorgeous?" Jonathan asked his mom. "Does gorgeous work for you? — Jill Shalvis

Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. — Jill Shalvis

It's the kissing! The stupid kissing! It's like he kissed all the vital brain cells right out of my head! — Jill Shalvis

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment. — Jill Shalvis

He was a smart enough guy to get that she was the one for him. He was also smart enough to know that he was going to have to work his ass off for it. — Jill Shalvis

The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned. — Jill Shalvis

You're a Daniels and a Walker. That means you're 99% fine stubbornness, tenacity and resilience combined", Tara said.
"And the other 1%?" Mia asked as they sat at the tiny galley table.
Ford wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in close. "Perfection. — Jill Shalvis

Chocolate is good for three things. Two of them can't be mentioned in polite company. — Jill Shalvis

So I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget."
"Good plan." His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. "I'm sorry I forgot our date. — Jill Shalvis

I gave you sympathy. *I* want sympathy!"
"Are you kidding me? You have the sexiest man on the planet wanting you. You're getting laid regularly. No sympathy for you! — Jill Shalvis

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again.
Every inch of her. — Jill Shalvis

Oh for God's sake," came Morgan's sleepy voice, disembodied in the dark. "Go after the hot guy, would you?"

"The peanut gallery needs to shut up," Elle muttered into the cushion.

"Just sayin'," Morgan said. "I'd leave you alone out here in a hot minute to go have sex if I had the chance."

"I'm not going to go have sex while you're out here knowing I'm having sex!"

"Your loss," Morgan said.

"Oh my God," Elle said. "Stop talking! — Jill Shalvis

Smile...it makes people wonder what you're up to. — Jill Shalvis

Lily drew him in with those eyes, her voice, the outer toughness she showed the world, the inner vulnerability she did her best to hide. — Jill Shalvis

Are we going to be stupid?" she whispered.
"Define stupid."
"Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts." Or their hearts ...
"I want to hear about your favorite body part," he said. "In great detail. — 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

Lily, the next time you tell me you don't know what to do with family. Because you know exactly. It's about loyalty and kindness and unconditional love, and you are more than capable of all that. — Jill Shalvis

I'm an ass." "I appreciate you realizing that. — Jill Shalvis

Men exist because a vibrator can't fix a flat tire. On second thought, I should just buy a AAA card ... — Jill Shalvis

He was calm, watchful, a little dangerous. Like he was locked and loaded and ready for anything. — Jill Shalvis

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him.
The other half were men and didn't count.
-Tara on Ford — Jill Shalvis

If I call him back here," Cooper whispered in her ear, "will you crawl up my body again? — Jill Shalvis

A person who's willing to meet you halfway is usually, conveniently, a poor judge of distance. — Jill Shalvis

A sign warned her to keep a lookout for river otters, osprey - what the heck were osprey? - and bald eagles. — Jill Shalvis

But he'd no sooner stepped into a bathroom and unzipped than a creak had him glancing up. Above him, the ceiling panel lifted and two curious brown eyes peered down at him. Indignation left him stunned, just for a second. Then the panel groaned warningly, and even he knew what that meant. Before he could react, a shrieking, laughing female landed on him, hitting him square in the chest. Instinctively, he caught her, then tightened his tenuous hold. "What the - " "Oh, my!" the wriggling mass of woman exclaimed, pushing hair from her face. She blinked up at him. "Oh, my. — Jill Shalvis

Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. "I fit," she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. "I fit with you."
He nodded and wrapped his arms around her.
"Perfectly — Jill Shalvis

Apparently some things, like Cheetos finger stains and the searing pain of grief, couldn't be fixed. — Jill Shalvis

She drew in a breath. "So I have
this thing I do before sex. A test. An 'Is He Inhaler Worthy?'
test."
He just stared at her. "There's a test. Before sex."
"Yes. And I should tell you, not many pass."


"Chloe?"
"Yeah?"
"I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away into the night. — Jill Shalvis

From around the blind curve of the trail, the main appeared. He was tall, built, and armed and dangerous, though not to her physical well-being. Nope, nothing about the tough, sinewy, gorgeous forest ranger was a threat to her body.
But Matt Bowers was lethal to her peace of mind. — Jill Shalvis

Guys named Chad probably only swam when playing water polo. — Jill Shalvis

In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo. — Jill Shalvis

It was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home. — Jill Shalvis

Never agree to marry a man because he has potential. Men are not houses, they do not make good fixer-uppers. — Jill Shalvis

Remember, you're unique. And so is everyone else. — Jill Shalvis

And not that I don't love those words, but what were you wrong about?"
"Walking away from you." She stepped into him. "I'm done with that, by the way. I'm walking straight at you from now on. — Jill Shalvis

She stilled in the early-morning sun and slowly turned to face Parker, who'd followed her out. He wore his clothes with the same ease he'd worn nothing at all. And dammit, she really needed to stop thinking about that. — Jill Shalvis

There was a group of fans who wanted autographs, and several women who managed to write their phone numbers on Wade's hand before he pulled free.
Sam sent him an arched brow, but he just shrugged. He got numbers written on him a lot; he'd never figured out how to stop that from happening. — Jill Shalvis

I've had the words all my life and they meant nothing. I thought love was in the showing." He let out a low laugh and shook his head. "But then you came out of nowhere. I didn't expect you, Becca."
"I know, I
"
He put a finger to her lips. "I'm still getting past the surprise that I was willing to go there with you at all."
"There," she said, needing a translation.
"Here. You've become a part of me," he said. "As important and basic as breathing. I feel things for you that I can't even name." His lips twitched. "And a few that I can. — Jill Shalvis

I'm keeping a list of Mr. Wrongs going for you. This one might not make it to the weekend's auction."
"Stop," said another woman.
"I'm just kidding."
"I still vote we strip him down." This was a third woman.
Wait. Three women? Had he died and gone to orgy heaven? Awake now, Ty took stock. He wasn't dead. And he had no idea who the fuck Mr. Wrong was, but he was very much "going to make it." He was stuffed in the back of a car, a small car, his bad leg cramping like a son-of-a-bitch. His head was pillowed on ... he shifted to try to figure it out, and pain lanced straight through his eyeballs. He licked dry lips and tried to focus. "I'm okay."
"Good," one of them repeated with humor. "He's fine, he's okay. He's also bleeding like a stuck pig. Men are ridiculous."
-Ty and the Chocoholics ladies — Jill Shalvis

What I'm trying to say is that I'll always be there for you, Tara. You need someone to help you, I'm your guy. You need a couple or three orgasms? I'm your personal toy. You need to let off some steam, someone to yell at, I'll be your doormat ... — Jill Shalvis

Having sex is three times more effective as a pain reflector than a morphine dose. — Jill Shalvis

I made a tactical error tonight with Wyatt." She paused "Horizontally."
Sara laughed. "Again? — Jill Shalvis

Karma was a bitch with a good sense of humor. — Jill Shalvis

God save her from annoying Alphas. — Jill Shalvis

Mitch, who was six foot four and, at two hundred and twenty pounds, quite an imposing figure, strode out wearing nothing but his fire boots. Well, and a few soapsuds. He ambled over to the big bay windows, grabbed a squeegee, and went to work scrubbing the glass, his twig and berries swinging in the wind. The entire crew doubled over, dying of laughter. Everyone, that is, except for the captain, who was looking apoplectic. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed. "Cleaning like you ordered. Sir," Mitch added politely, scrubbing with a whole new level of vigor. — Jill Shalvis

Don't ever be sorry for being who you are. Most of us go our whole lives not really getting it right, just settling." He tugged a strand of her hair. "Do you have any idea the strength it takes to not settle? To keep pushing and seeking for what works? — Jill Shalvis

After fighting a brush fire at the base of Cedar Ridge for ten straight hours, Aidan Kincaid had only three things on his mind: sex, pizza, and beer. Given the way the day had gone, he'd gladly take them in any order he could get them. — Jill Shalvis

How about we give each other everything we can and not blame each other for what we can't. — Jill Shalvis

They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker. — Jill Shalvis

Brownies and a condom. — Jill Shalvis

Oh my God," Maddie whispered, horrified. "I rented him that boat. Does that make me a murderer?"
Tara's heart clutched. "He's not dead yet."
"Hurry," Maddie called to Ford. "I can't be the one who killed Tara's ex!" I look terrible in orange! — Jill Shalvis

He nodded, still holding her gaze in that way he had that convinced her that not only could he read her mind, but he could see right through her. Inside her. — Jill Shalvis

I'm not too chicken," she said. "I know exactly what I want. I honestly thought I could do this with you, the whole friends-with-benefits thing." She slowly shook her head, her eyes suspiciously shiny. "But as it turns out, I can't. Now with you, Adam. With you, I want it all."
( ... )
"It's not that simple for me," he heard himself say.
"Of course it is. Life is as simple as you make it, Adam. You're born. You live. You die. I don't plan on dying without doing the living part, though. — Jill Shalvis

Unable to help herself, she cupped — Jill Shalvis

Always get the facts first. You can distort them later. — Jill Shalvis

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile. — Jill Shalvis

Chocolate is not a matter of life and death
it's more important than that. — Jill Shalvis

I really want to hit him," she said.
"Bloodthirsty," he murmured, taking her hand, running his thumb over the pulse racing at her wrist. "I like it. — 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

I'm ready," she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. "I want this," she said. "I want you. — Jill Shalvis

The kiss ignited like a rocket flash. Not that this surprised her. Everything pertaining to Mark seemed to burn hot and fast. Frustration, lust ...
His mouth was rough, hot and hungry on hers as he pulled her closer, taking control. She heard herself moan, kissing him with helpless desperation. If dessert was her usual drug of choice, it'd just been replaced because she couldn't seem to get enough of him. — Jill Shalvis

Aidan Kincaid, wearing cargo pants and a dark blue T-shirt with a Search-and-Rescue emblem on the pec, a radio on his hip, looking dusty and hot and tired and sexy as hell. — Jill Shalvis

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove slowly toward the inn. Slowly, as in a-herd-of-turtles-stampeding-through-peanut-butter slowly. The guy didn't pass a single indent in the road that didn't require a nearly complete stop. — Jill Shalvis

You crazy?" Tucker asked Jake. — Jill Shalvis

But dammit, she was tired. Tired of doing what was expected, tired of feeling like she was missing something. — Jill Shalvis

A miniature dancing bear that had to go potty. Scooping him up, Grace ran for the front door, getting him outside just in time for him to race to the closest tree and lift a stumpy leg. Toby, still in his Star War's pj's, trotted across the yard to join him in anointing the tree. — Jill Shalvis

He doesn't seem that nervous to me," Parker said.
Oreo farted audibly.
Zoe fanned the air. "See? Nervous."
Parker laughed. "My guess would be he's eaten some of your cookies. — Jill Shalvis

Who's a good boy," Willa was saying to the dog in a light, silly voice that had the dog panting happily into her face.
"That's right," she cooed, "you are, aren't you? Aren't you a good boy?"
"Well I don't like to brag," Keane said, leaning against the doorjamb. "But I do have my moments. — Jill Shalvis

I want you to know, chickens aren't sexy. Not to me."
This was met with silence.
"Are you there?" She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. "Cam? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, chickens aren't sexy. Uh ... I don't think they're meant to be. — Jill Shalvis

My parents mean well," Grace said. "They want me to succeed."
"Well of course," Mallory said. "They love you. But I'm thinking success and happiness don't get along. Sometimes you have to sacrifice one for the other. — Jill Shalvis

I know I might look like a ball of fluff," she said, "but I'm not. Not even close. And the fact that I get up each morning and put a damn smile on my face is the same as ... Batman putting on his cape."
"I
"
"I'm not done. It's ... protection. It's my shield. It's me waving my middle finger to the world because I choose to be happy. The bottom line, Luke, is that I know what matters and what doesn't. — Jill Shalvis

If you're going to ask me if the muffins are low fat, you should know I'm running out of places to hide all the dead bodies. — Jill Shalvis

Opening my mouth never works as well as keeping it shut and minding my own business." Hud — Jill Shalvis

Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. "I'm yours," she whispered. "For the duration."
"Yes, but more than that, I'm yours," he said, quiet steel. — Jill Shalvis

She stared at him and nodded. "Yes, you're right."
He cocked his head as if he couldn't hear her. "What was that?"
"You're right." She gave him a little push and he had to laugh.
"I heard you the first time," he admitted. "I just like the way that sentence sounds on your tongue. — Jill Shalvis

Wow," she whispered. "Gorgeous."
"Yeah," he said, looking at her.
She laughed. "That's cheesy."
He grinned. "You liked it."
"No, I didn't."
He peered at her over his dark sunglasses, letting his gaze slip past her face.
She followed his line of sight and realized that her nipples were pressing eagerly against the thin white cotton of her shirt. "That's because I'm cold," she said and crossed her arms over her chest.
He laughed. "It's seventy five degrees."
"Downright chilly," she said, nose in the air.
Grinning, he reeled her in, and with Thor (the dog) protesting between them, he kissed the living daylights out of her. — Jill Shalvis

We're sisters. Sisters are supposed to tell." "Yes, but I'm the oldest." She went into some complicated upside-down yoga pose. "Oldest sisters are supposed to be perfect." "Says who?" "Older sisters. — Jill Shalvis

Calories," Emily said on a sigh. "The evil tiny creatures that live in my closet and sew my clothes a little tighter every night. — Jill Shalvis

He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy. — Jill Shalvis

I've got a gizmo. No batteries required. — Jill Shalvis

The question is, did you get your life-changing experience?"
Amy looked at Matt and smiled. "I did."
Matt's entire heart turned over in his chest. "Damn," he said, pulling her in. "Damn, I love you."
"Watch the arm!" Josh warned.
"He's not watching that arm," Ty said as Matt kissed Amy again. — Jill Shalvis

I'm often asked where I get my ideas. For this story, the hero and the heroine have a rather unconventional start - they meet when she falls on him through a hole in the ceiling while he's standing before the toilet. Funny, but not very romantic. Not too long ago, I was at a writers' meeting. In the bathroom, far above me, there was a hole. It flapped open, revealing a dark, yawning space. As I sat there contemplating this hole, I wondered what would happen if a really, really gorgeous man fell through it. One didn't, darn it, but a story was born. — Jill Shalvis

Forever this time," he said as Sawyer strode toward them.
Tara sighed blissfully. "You know what this means, right?"
"I'm done guessing," he said. "Tell me."
"It means you're mine," she said. "And I'm yours. No more walking away. We are going to get it right this time."
His smile was slow and easy, and just for her. "Well, finally. — Jill Shalvis

I want you, Elle," he said, voice low and rough. "It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much. — Jill Shalvis

Smile. Be friendly. Ask "Can I help you?" in a tone that suggests you actually mean it, and not that you'd like to rip the head off whoever's interrupting you. (You smiling yet?) — Jill Shalvis

mother of teenagers, blew out a frustrated breath. "I knew if I caved to the 'Oh please, can we have a puppy, Mom!' that I'd be the one to end up here," she said. "I'm not good at this. I've told him to sit a million times. — Jill Shalvis

Elle's gaze hadn't left the front door. "But holy cow hotness, Batman, really, you want to see this."

"Why?"

"He's in a suit, that's why. My eyes don't know what to do with themselves."

Will whipped around so fast she gave herself whiplash. — Jill Shalvis

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be.
Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out.
-Amy — Jill Shalvis

Who's there?"
"The scratcher of your itch," he said.
She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. "Was that supposed to be romantic? — Jill Shalvis

If it's going to be two against one, make sure you aren't the one. — Jill Shalvis

Logan, why aren't you wearing protection?"
The radio crackled, and then came Logan's voice. "I have 'protection' in my bag," he said. "But as much as I don't want to say this, darlin', now's not the time to be asking if I'm carrying condoms. I have problems."
"A life vest, Logan! I'm asking where's your life vest!"
"Oh," he said. "I knew that. — Jill Shalvis