Tracy March Quotes & Sayings

He of all people knew how negative thinking could sabotage things. — Tracy March

That a huge rush," Cyn said to him as she climbed out of the lagoon and wrung the water from her hair.
"Not nearly as much as the one I'm getting looking at you in that bikini. — Tracy March

Maybe he dates girls in Denver when he goes there for business but he never asks out girls around here. I think he's simply there for looks."
The same could be said for Lindsey's ex, Hopper. He had been good for looking at but not much else. "That might work for a little while," Lindsey said, "but I prefer my men fully functional."
Holly's gaze locked on something behind Lindsey. Her hazel eyes widened and her lips formed an 'O'. She tipped her head forward, prompting Lindsey to turn and look ... straight into the eyes of Carden Crenshaw. — Tracy March

Poor guy. Must be tough finding the right woman when you're a smoking-hot, super rich resort tycoon. — Tracy March

I am debating about you, totally stumped between boxers and briefs." She winked.
He shot her his sexiest look. "Let me know when you're ready for the big reveal. — Tracy March

Two old women described as "Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun" were bound to have something curious to contribute. — Tracy March

Firm.
Male.
Muscle. — Tracy March

Depends on whether you talk to the Montgomery sisters," he said to Lindsey.
Holly chuckled lightly. "Now, that's a whole other old TV show mash-up right there. Hmm ... I'd say 'Charmed' meets 'The Golden Girls'."
"With a little 'Bewitched' thrown in for fun." Carden pressed his index finger to the tip of his nose and twitched it back and forth, somehow making himself seem more irresistible. — Tracy March

She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. "I'm not sure it can get any better."
He sucked in a ragged breath. "Oh, darlin'," he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. "I promise you it can." He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. "And I'm a man who keeps his promises. — Tracy March

Hopefully we'll be doing this forever, but we'll only have one first time. — Tracy March

Have I ever been in love? "Not like I'm going to be. I mean, I'm really open to it. Really hoping ... "
A spring breeze stirred the leaves in the wax myrtle hedge behind him, cooling the flush that had broken out on his skin.
"Hoping for what, exactly?" Jamie asked.
Trent raced to gather his thoughts during a long silence.
"For someone who captivates me with every little thing about her. Someone who makes me want to be better than I am - perfect for her. For a love that will spark hot and keep burning, the embers always ready to flare. — Tracy March

He lay between her legs, propped himself on his elbows, and gazed at the sunset in her eyes. "I want to remember this moment," he said huskily. — Tracy March

All the Queen had to do was show up. Cyn and the rest of the staff at Hawthorne Manor had to worry about the rest.
No pressure there, considering how exacting the Queen was about every detail down to the volume of the bumblebees' buzzing. — Tracy March

You're the kind of girl who deserves way more than a one-night stand. — Tracy March

I'm scared as hell to fall for you." He loosened his embrace, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. "But I'm more terrified to let you go. — Tracy March

I came all prepared for a lapis show-and-tell, but you know more about it than I do." ...
Lindsey gave him a pleading look and brushed her fingertips over the back of his hand, sending tingles up his arm. "Show me." ...
"When it's cut and polished like this, it practically glows. Golden specks of pyrite dance across the blue, like stars in a denim sky. — Tracy March

He held a beautiful bouquet of mixed wildflowers and offered them to her. "They missed you." He brushed a kiss on her lips. "Just like me. — Tracy March

The soles of Cynthia Sawyer's shoes squeaked on the damp flagstone walkway that meandered through Hawthorne Manor's formal gardens. Hazy rays of sun kissed the sprint morning dew, glistening on the early-blooming flowers and foliage soon to blossom into a Southern Living-worthy wonderland. Perfect for tiny Maple Creek, Maryland's annual garden party - the most exciting event of the season, especially for the quirky retirees. Last year, crazy old Mrs. Osworth got lost in the winding boxwood maze and called 911 to get "one of those strong young firemen" to come rescue her. She'd said she felt faint, and claimed she'd need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation the moment they showed up. — Tracy March

The Queen said, "I want you to be in charge of all the details - greeting our guests, introducing them to Trent, planning dates and travel when it comes time for that. You'll need to get with Trent to make sure he has a say in how things go." ...
"With all due respect, that seems way beyond the boundaries of my job description." ...
"Here's my proposal," the Queen said, looking pleased with her play on words. "I'll give you a twenty-five-thousand dollar bonus if Trent gets engaged before summer. — Tracy March

Collin's playful look turned serious, and he stood, took Ellie's hand, and eased her up to join him. He pulled her into his arms, pressed her close against his hard body, and swayed to the music. Combing his fingers through her hair, he swept it away from her ear, and whispered huskily, "This feels right. — Tracy March

Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn't want a smokin' hot guy associating her with toilet parts? — Tracy March

Beneath the St. Lucian sun, with a wisp of a tropical breeze, he kissed her with all the pent-up desire that had built within him since he'd first laid eyes on her. She parted her satiny, supple lips and he deepened their kiss, each sweep of her tongue sending a new wave of pleasure pulsing through him. — Tracy March

You'd be wise not to judge me based on one flaming wiener. — Tracy March

Let's start with ice cream and go from there."
"You're gonna love it." Holly nodded. "All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you've ever heard of."
Clearly she'd forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. "Like what?"
"Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig ... blueberry pie ... marshmallow peach ... salted caramel chocolate chunk ... — Tracy March

He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, cradling her against him. She fit just right, her head resting on his shoulder. He leaned down and whispered. "What did I did to deserve you?"
Bryce held her there in silence as the sinking sun set the sky on fire with yellow and purple and orange. In this serene setting, everything fell away except the two of them. — Tracy March

Twining his fingers through her ponytail, he cradled the back of her head, seducing her nearly senseless with a single kiss - on a mountainside covered in wildflowers, under the summer sun and an endless sky. — Tracy March

He cleared his throat. "I did get carried away with you. Couldn't help myself. And when I said it wouldn't happen again ... " He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. "I hope I lied. — Tracy March

Take what you can get, and next time make it better. — Tracy March

Welcome to Thistle Bend
Wildflower Capital of Colorado — Tracy March

But your perfectly good bed doesn't come with a blanket of stars. — Tracy March

Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a 'click.'
'Click, click.'
"Ugh," Lindsey moaned. She'd need to flip a breaker, and for that she'd need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on.
"I'm working on that." The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows. — Tracy March

Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "You okay?"
She gave him a sidelong glance. "You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver. — Tracy March

A rush of sensation pulsed through her, lingering long after his touch. The towel quickly fell free. He caught it before it slipped to the ground and slung it over his shoulder. "Consider this your first time," he said, his tone low and sultry.
Good Lord ... Paige could hardly blink. If this was any indication of the doc's bedside manner, she could only hope for long-term, intensive treatment. — Tracy March

He smoothed his fingers along her jawline and lifted her chin, kissing her gently, testing.
Lindsey went light-headed with the rush of sensation, the touch of his lips leaving her longing for more. Clutching his shirt in her fingers - napkin and all - she pulled him closer, melting into his kiss. Carden took it from tentative to tender, then parted her lips with the velvety sweep of his tongue. She matched his languid rhythm, hypnotized. He was all chocolate and caramel, creamy cool and sweet.
'Sinfully delicious'.
No doubt he was 31 flavors of trouble, but resisting him seemed impossible. — Tracy March

Ellie swallowed hard, heat rising in her face. Within hours, she and Collin had gone from kissing in the rain to nearly strangers.
What changed? — Tracy March

I'm not gone." He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "And we've got tonight. — Tracy March

I'll have the Walk of Shame burrito. — Tracy March

You sing?" she asked.
"Mostly in the shower."
"Then I should've had my ear to the bathroom door when you were in there."
He pinched the beads at the end of the tie on her blouse, and rolled them between his fingertips. "You should've been in there with me. — Tracy March

What's your name, big guy?" Carden asked.
Blue let out something between a bark and a howl that sounded just like," Bluuuue."
"Good boy," Carden said, and gave Blue the dog biscuit. Blue took it in his mouth and crunched it into pieces, eating it bit by bit instead of gobbling.
That's all it took for Lindsey to fall head-over-heels for Blue. His owner wasn't too bad either. — Tracy March

Man.
Motorcyle.
Mountains. — Tracy March

Hey there," she said, her blue eyes shimmering.
Collin swallowed hard, and took her in his arms, cradling her head against his chest. "Hey, yourself," he murmured into her hair, and kissed her head. He held her there for as long as he could without it becoming awkward, then gripped her shoulders and stepped back. — Tracy March

I could use a shower myself." He pulled her close and kissed her, tucking his hand beneath the sheet and smoothing it down the satiny curve of her hip. "We'd get to breakfast a lot quicker if we took one together. — Tracy March

Lindsey looked at him coyly "Grilling is your specialty?" She shook her head. "You really had me fooled."
He set the platter on the island, joined her near the sprawling sectional sofa in the living area, and took her in his arms. She'd never get tired of that feeling.
"Had you fooled how?" he asked.
"I thought kissing was your specialty."
Carden captivated her with his sultry gave. "Grilling ... Kissing ... " He brushed his lips over hers, teasingly light and feathery. "Take your pick, darlin;," he said in a low whisper, pulling her closer ...
"Stay tuned," he said with a rasp in his voice. "I've got a couple other specialties, too. — Tracy March

You busy?" she asked.
He gave her a crooked grin, "Right now I'd say I'm completely engaged."
She smiled demurely. "But I want to take you to my secret place."
Bryce loosened his grip on her, giving her a full view of the quizzical, playful look on his face. "Is that a come-on? Because I'm way past ready to go to your secret place. — Tracy March

I'm scared as hell to fall for you ... But I'm more terrified to let you go. — Tracy March

How can it hurt so much to love someone? — Tracy March

You make me believe that things I'd given up on a possible. — Tracy March

She stepped over to the model. "The little town looks so sweet in the moonlight."
And so did Lindsey. Her sexy silhouette had him riveted in place. He knew better, but his instincts urged him to go to her. Joining her next to the model, he skimmed his fingertips over her bare shoulder and down her arm. He reached her hand and languidly laced his fingers between hers. "Not nearly as sweet as you look," he whispered close to her ear ... — Tracy March

When they reached the peak, he faced her, gathered her to him, and gazed into her amazing blue eyes. "You look beautiful," he said huskily, surprising himself with his tone. He swept his fingers along the top of her shoulder and cupped his hand on her neck, caressing her velvety earlobe with the pad of his thumb. "You put this awesome sunset to shame. — Tracy March