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  • #1
    Kate Meader
    “Her cousin had clearly found a kindred penis in Jack Kilroy.”
    Kate Meader, Feel the Heat
    tags: humor

  • #2
    Kate Meader
    “She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. “Jack, I’m not looking to know you.”
    No, she wasn’t, unless you counted biblically. She was looking for the guy who indiscriminately dated and bedded famous women. A guy whose life could be reduced to adjectives, most of them unflattering. That guy.”
    Kate Meader, Feel the Heat
    tags: fame

  • #3
    Lisa Kleypas
    “I respect you," he murmured. "and your views. I think of you as an equal. I respect your brains, and all those big words you like to use. But I also want to rip your clothes off and have sex with you until you scream and cry and see God." -Jack Travis (Smooth Talking Stranger)”
    Lisa Kleypas, Smooth Talking Stranger

  • #4
    Kate Meader
    “So this was where jock straps went to die.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire
    tags: humor

  • #5
    Kate Meader
    “Are you telling me that men are compelled by the mere fact of their gender to choose violence as their first resort?”
    “Partly. It satisfies our sense of justice, it makes us feel good, and it always improves our odds with women.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #6
    Kate Meader
    “From time immemorial we’ve been cleaning up after male messes. When a man does it for a woman, it’s called being rescued. When a woman does it for a man, it’s housework.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #7
    Kate Meader
    “Expected a bit more skin, Almeida.” She punctuated that with a pointed glance at the shorts area. The man had promised Speedos.
    “Think Chicago’s seen enough of me, don’t you?”
    Chicago might have, but Kinsey most definitely had not.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #8
    Kate Meader
    “Most guys would be happy to have a woman so vocal about her desires,” he said in a voice several degrees huskier than before. “Half the time, we have no clue if a woman is enjoying herself.”
    “Really?”
    “Not me. Just trying to represent for my maligned gender.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #9
    Kate Meader
    “What would it be like to be caught in the emotional crosshairs of a man like Luke Almeida? To belong to him, body and soul? The prospect warmed her some. Scared her more. With Luke, she suspected there would be no half measures.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #10
    Kate Meader
    “I’m just a simple guy. I love beer, sex, and hockey. I hate liars, Sting, and art that doesn’t have people in it. - Luke Almeida”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #11
    Kate Meader
    “What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?”
    Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #12
    Kate Meader
    “It didn't get much more patriotic than sex in a Chevy on the Fourth of July. God bless America.”
    Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

  • #13
    Kate Meader
    “Everywhere Gage looked, his fingers itched to touch and his brain raced to keep up. A snake coiled beneath his right pec, an eagle took flight over his left. Stars, numbers, and Celtic symbols fought for real estate. Gage would need weeks to explore the storied terrain of Brady’s body.
    Better put in for some vacation time now.”
    Kate Meader, Melting Point

  • #14
    Kate Meader
    “It’s more common for people to get fire tattoos. Symbols of passion, transformation, change. But I wanted smoke because it’s what remains. After the fire, after everything is destroyed, you’re left with smoke and ash. You’ve gotta make somethin’ out of it.”
    Kate Meader, Melting Point

  • #15
    Kate Meader
    “Trying’s good. Trying’s sexy,” Gage murmured against Brady’s ear. “Now try telling me what you need.”
    Kate Meader, Melting Point

  • #16
    Kate Meader
    “The only good deed I’ll be doing tonight is for the angels.”
    “The angels?”
    “Haven’t you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings.”
    Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage’s mouth for a beat. “We really need to leave. Now.”
    Kate Meader, Melting Point

  • #17
    Kate Meader
    “Watching him walk over, Alex mused that Eli Cooper was the sort of man who knew how to use his physicality. Beneath his handmade shirts and tailored suits, a street fighter hummed through every loose-limbed motion. But that impression did not extend to his face, which was structurally perfect. Skyscraper-high cheekbones. Superhero jaw. A mouth that should have a government warning. There were no signs of past trouble with a jealous husband or an abandoned girlfriend. No one had ever broken his nose. No one had busted his lip.

    Strange, because her first instinct on seeing him was to roundhouse kick him into the next millennium.”
    Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

  • #18
    Kate Meader
    “She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low.

    Being sexy was exhausting.”
    Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

  • #19
    Kate Meader
    “They’re a slow-moving lot, reporters. Slothlike. Weighed down by all that righteous indignation about the freedom of the press and the public’s right to know, not to mention the liquid lunches they see as their constant due. Go out now and you’re playing right into their grasping, ink-stained hands.” He cocked an ear to the door. “I’m doing my best to protect your reputation here. It wouldn’t do to have a serving wench caught in a compromising position with the lord of the manor.”

    “You don’t have the cleavage to make a good serving wench, Eli.”
    Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

  • #20
    Kate Meader
    “She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he’d perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him—just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased with his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking that last nudge of acceptance as if it was his God-given right.

    She parted her lips, and like a predator hinged on her threshold, he took.”
    Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

  • #21
    Kate Meader
    “Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.”
    Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

  • #22
    Kate Meader
    “She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
    “I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.”
    Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

  • #23
    Kate Meader
    “I could just as easily have taken the train.”

    He shut his eyes, just long enough for a movie of a Tess-induced train riot to screen on the backs of his eyelids. Fists flying, teeth broken, friendships destroyed as men vied to get closer to her lush body barely covered in that incendiary French maid outfit.

    And now he was turning hard again.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #24
    Kate Meader
    “An inappropriate attraction to your friend’s fiancé was grounds for disbarment from the Woman Club. Neither did it make a lick of sense. He was uncouth, uneducated, uncivilized. All of their conversations back then had been unholy bicker fests where they charged from the opposite ends of the spectrum, determined not to meet in the middle but to rip pieces out of each other on the drive by.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #25
    Kate Meader
    “Staying level with Tess was going to require fast thinking, which was mighty difficult considering all the blood he needed for said thought processes was now hurtling south.

    “What would this job involve?”

    “Only one task. Make. Me. Believe.”

    “That I’m your fiancé?”

    Cue her smile, sly and sexy. First time she’d let him in on that action, too. “That you want me more than your next breath.”

    If she moved forward a couple of inches, his boner would make her believe.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #26
    Kate Meader
    “But that kiss did more than turn her into a puddle of lust. It terrified her. Not because of how soul-searingly good it was, but because kisses like that don’t just happen. Kisses like that implied history and connection and bone-deep knowledge, and it made her question everything that had existed between them before.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #27
    Kate Meader
    “Male appreciation hardened his features from doubt to certainty. Boobs, the best negotiation strategy of them all. She thanked the Lord and her genetics for her great rack.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #28
    Kate Meader
    “She had shaved above the knee, packed her suitcase with her skimpiest lingerie, and the instructions on the Sexy Weekend Fun Box said, “Just Add Texan.” What she had not expected was Hunter putting her on a Tex-free diet.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #29
    Kate Meader
    “My motto has always been: a hard man is good to find.” Tess gave Hunter’s unflinching bicep a gentle squeeze, claiming it and the man for her own. “And never let the bride stand in the way of me and my hard man.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score

  • #30
    Kate Meader
    “What do you think for dinner? I know it’s important I don’t show you up.” Something soft and red filled his lust-hazed vision. “With this first one, I can’t wear a bra because it’s backless…” She swapped it out for something dark. “…but this second one is a little low-cut. Bra or no bra?”

    Think, man, think. The fate of the universe depended on the answer to this question.”
    Kate Meader, Even the Score



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