Shalvis Small Quotes & Sayings

We're a silver gleaming death machine! — Don DeLillo

He stared at her. "How is it that you're cute, sexy as hell, and smarter than anyone I know?"
She gave him a small smile. "It's a gift. — Jill Shalvis

With that same small smile still playing on his mouth, Aidan lifted his hands in a stance of mock surrender and took a step back.
Which meant she couldn't very well run him over now. Instead she let her tires chirp as she accelerated out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were on her heels.
Because in a way, they were. — 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

The bigger the network, the harder it is to leave. Many users find it too daunting to start afresh on a new site, so they quietly consent to Facebook's privacy bullying. — Evgeny Morozov

Joanna pivoted and bit back a groan of despair.Crockett Archer was even more handsome than she'd remembered. Somehow his rancher's clothing made him seem more approachable, more ... within her reach. And if that wasn't the most ridiculous notion, she didn't know what was. A man with his looks and kind heart could have any woman he chose. He'd never settle for a shy, freckled redhead with an ex-outlaw for a father. She was everything the ideal preacher's wife was not. — Karen Witemeyer

Only one condom," he reminded her. "We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative."
Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good. — Jill Shalvis

Fine. It's your life, but - " "But you're still going to tell me what to do?" he asked, a small smile on his lips. She went into defense mode at his amused tone. "Well, I'm sure as hell not going to be quiet about it." "Duly noted," he said dryly. "And for the record? I never want you to be quiet, Elle. — Jill Shalvis

Sometimes, Dolores, sometimes you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang onto. — Stephen King

Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson — Lynda Barry

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah?"
She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. "Everywhere," she managed. — Jill Shalvis

Help!" screeched a feminine voice. "HELP ME!" Parker whipped around, automatically reaching for the weapon that he didn't have at the small of his back because, oh yeah, he was in running gear with no place to hide a weapon. But there was no woman. Just a huge parrot perched on a printer at the front desk. "Help!" it squeaked in a shockingly authentic woman's voice. "I've been turned into a parrot!" "Peanut, play dead," Wyatt said. Peanut sighed and tucked her head into her feathers. "Good parrot." Wyatt looked at Parker. "She's a nut." "Damn, shit, farts," the bird muttered beneath her breath, making Parker grin. Wyatt sighed. "Peanut's a mimic, and Jade, our office manager, has a bit of a potty mouth." "Boner," Peanut said, head still tucked into her feathers. "Peanut, dead parrots don't talk." Wyatt turned back to Parker. "Follow me. — 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

You mistake purpose for cruelty, and I have always had a purpose. I am not mindless. — Anthony Ryan

I love you, Mallory," he said very quietly, very seriously. "So damn much."
Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. "I know."
"You know?"
"Yes."
"Well, hell," he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. "You might have told me and saved me a lot of time."
"How about I tell you something else?" she said. "I love you, too. — Jill Shalvis

The best writers are usually the most voracious & diverse readers! — C.S. Dixon

This is life, in all its gruesome, lovely, neon-lit glory. — Nuala Casey

I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here."
"Hotter bed?"
"It's got a heater in it."
She narrowed her eyes. "It does not."
"Hand to heaven," he said.
She narrowed her eyes. "Does this 'heater' run on electricity?"
"Nope. — 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

Our intuitions have developed on the basis of our limited experience. — Carlo Rovelli

You have a taboo list?" Jade asked.
"You don't?" Lilah asked.
Jade bit her lower lip and Adam laughed. "Jade has a list for everything."
"True," Dell said, studying her, getting nothing from her expression. She had quite the game face, his Jade. "You do, you have lists for everything."
"Not everything."
"Jade, you have a list for every situation, big or small, from when to brush your teeth, to how to handle every potential patient to cross my door. Hell, you've got a list on what's in your purse and my office fridge and - "
"And don't forget the list on how many different ways I could kill you," she said, sipping her drink. — Jill Shalvis

He woke up alone. Lilah had rocked his world once, twice ... he leaned over the bed to county empty condom wrappers.. three times, and then she'd
Walked off before dawn.
That was usually his role. "My own fault," he told the mutt, who was sitting on his chest. "I was easy."
"Arf," the dog said in complete agreement, and licked Brady's chin.
"You're one to judge," Brady said in disgust. "If someone even thinks about petting you, you drop and expose your kibble and bits. No soldier worth his salt does that. "You're like a damn dog."
"Arf."
"Okay, good point," he said, shaking his head. "You are a dog. And so, apparently, am I. — Jill Shalvis

I believe you can be young and compete in gymnastics if you have a coach who is looking out for you and if there is a good gym environment where the coaches are taking care of you emotionally and physically. — Dominique Moceanu

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

I'm good at a lot of things," he murmured. — Jill Shalvis

A small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part.
The bigger part hoped he was in the shower. — Jill Shalvis

Open your eyes." His voice caressed her as surely as his work-roughened hands did. "Open your eyes and come with me. — Jill Shalvis