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  • #1
    J.M. Stewart
    “The rebel in him flared to life like an old, familiar friend.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

  • #2
    J.M. Stewart
    “Unable to help himself, he offered her a smile and stared into those eyes as he tapped his mouth. “I think you missed.”
    J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever

  • #3
    J.M. Stewart
    “I promise I don’t bite.” He winked at her.

    That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his thighs, her luscious mouth inches from his. The heat of her palms singed his skin even through his jeans. Her warm breaths puffed against his lips as she stared him dead in the eye. “What if I do?”
    J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever

  • #4
    J.M. Stewart
    “Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.

    He kissed her.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

  • #5
    J.M. Stewart
    “I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

  • #6
    J.M. Stewart
    “How old are you?”

    “Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Knight in Black Leather

  • #7
    Isaac Asimov
    “I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.”
    Isaac Asimov

  • #8
    J.M. Stewart
    “You’re my best friend’s kid sister, Ang. I’ve known you since you were eight.” He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair with all the frustration winding through him. “Christ, if your brother finds out, he’ll have my hide.”
    J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever

  • #9
    J.M. Stewart
    “How do you look at your best friend the same way again when you know the flavor of his mouth?”
    J.M. Stewart, Risking It All

  • #10
    J.M. Stewart
    “Or else I may do something I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me for in the mornin’.” The low huskiness of his voice washed over her like a heated caress, sending shivers down her spine, and obliterating whatever defenses she’d manage to build against him.”
    J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

  • #11
    J.M. Stewart
    “If you continue to touch me,” he said, his eyes flashing, searing into her, “you’re going to end up in this tub with me.”
    J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

  • #12
    J.M. Stewart
    “Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided to buy. “I need a man.”

    Jackson bit back a miserable groan. The woman would be the death of him.”
    J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

  • #13
    J.M. Stewart
    “She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, clearly telling him what she thought about his need to protect his pride.

    He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and tapped a finger against her lips, somehow managing to ignore their softness and the overwhelming desire to taste them. “You’re going to owe me for this one, I think.”
    J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

  • #14
    J.M. Stewart
    “The man was potent to her system, her very own drug.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch

  • #15
    J.M. Stewart
    “For what it’s worth”—he rose from his seat, moved around the table and bent over her, whispering in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek— “I like you better in a pair of worn jeans, and I think you deserve someone who appreciates what he’s got. Not someone out to have a good time.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch

  • #16
    J.M. Stewart
    “Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you’re mine.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch

  • #17
    J.M. Stewart
    “It was her turn to hold him up.”
    J.M. Stewart, Her Soldier's Touch

  • #18
    Diana Gabaldon
    “I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.”
    Diana Gabaldon, Voyager



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