Lucky in Love Quotes

“Strength is the ability to break up a solid piece of chocolate—and then eat just one of the pieces.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“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, Lucky in Love

“It was not enough.
It was too much.
It was everything.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Mallory, I lo—"
"Wait!" This was from Amy, and she looked at Mallory. "I'm sorry, but don't you think you should tell him about the car before he finishes that sentence?"
"No," Mallory said, giving Amy the evil eye. She wanted the rest of Ty's sentence, dammit!
Ty frowned. "What's wrong with the Shelby?"
"Nothing," Mallory said quickly.
"Nothing," Amy agreed. "Except for the dinged door where she parked too close to the mailbox."
"Oh my God," Mallory said to her. "What are you, the car police?"
"The classic car police," Amy said smugly.
"You parked the Shelby on the street?" Ty asked Mallory incredulously.
She went brows-up.
"Okay," he said, lifting his hands. "It's okay. Never mind about the car.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Her entire body quivered. "What is it about me that you're attracted to?"

"For starters, the sexy underwear you put on beneath your clothes."

"You've only seen my underwear once."

"Twice," he said. "I looked down your top at the pier."

"You did not."

"Pink-and-white polka-dot bra."

"Oh my God."

"That's what I was thinking."

-Mallory and Ty”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Mallory," he said, sounding raw and staggered and touched beyond words. "God, I was so stupid. So slow. I didn't know what to do with you. I tried to keep my distance but my world doesn't work without you in it."

-Ty to Mallory”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“You still trying to save me, Mallory?" Ty asked quietly.
Her heart was hammering so loud she couldn't hear herself talk. "I can't seem to help myself."
"I don't need saving."
No. No, he sure didn't. He was strong and capable, and more than able to take care of himself. "What do you need?"
"You," he said simply. "Only you.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything."
He stroked a hand down her back. "Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“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, Lucky in Love

“She had time to make room for him in her closet. The cat had time to get used to him. They had all the time they needed, because he'd told her he was hers, and he was a man of his word. "I've got all I need," she told him.
He leaned down and kissed her again, then stroked a finger over her temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I want you to know," he said. "That you're the best choice I ever made."
"No regrets?"
"No regrets.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“She was like a drug. The most addicting kind, and he had a problem—he was pretty sure that she was developing feelings for him. He had no idea what to do with that, or with is own feelings, which were definitely getting in his way. This whole "no emotional attachment" thing had gone straight to shit. Because Mallory Quinn was emotionally attached to every person she ever met, and she had a way of making that contagious. He craved contact with her in a way that he wasn't experienced with.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“The sign on the front door explaining what kind of meeting:

NA-NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS

Someone had attached a sticky note that said: EMPHASIS ON THE A, PEOPLE!

Ty didn't know wheather to be amused that only in Lucky Harbor would the extra note be necessary, or appalled that the town was trusted with the anonymous at all.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“He shouldn't be inclined. 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.
Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers.
And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“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, Lucky in Love

“But dammit, she was tired. Tired of doing what was expected, tired of feeling like she was missing something.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Did you give the HSC ten thousand dollars?"

Ah, there it was, he thought, swallowing. He'd been hoping she wouldn't find out, but he supposed that was unrealistic in a town like Lucky Harbor. Taking his time, he ate cookie number two, then reached for a third.

She held the plate out of his reach. "Did you?" she asked.

He eyed her for a long moment. "Which answer will get me the rest of the cookies?"

"Oh, Ty," she breathed, looking worried as she lowered the plate. Worried for him, he realized.

-Mallory and Ty”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Silence reigned.

Well, except for Mallory's thundering heartbeat. She was in an attic loft, flat beneath her Mr. Wrong. Her common sense was screaming flee! But her secret inner bad girl was screaming oh please can't we have him? Just once?

-Mallory”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve.
Not to love.
Never to love.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Residents tended to consider it a God-given right to gossip and nose into people’s business, and no one was exempt.

-Lucky Harbor”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“By the age of thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“I can't do this," she whispered.
He nodded. "I know."
"I want to but I--"
"It's okay." He brushed a kiss over her jaw and then was gone, proving for the second time now that he was, after all, her perfect Mr. All Wrong.

-Mallory and Ty”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“Stress wouldn’t be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“But even though she's started the game in the first place, she no longer wanted to play. Somewhere along the way, her heart had flipped on her. She could pretend to be a bad girl all she wanted. It was only an illusion. The truth was, she needed more than sex. And that really pissed her off about herself.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“By age thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“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, Lucky in Love

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate
now and then doesn’t hurt.”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love

“of”
― Jill Shalvis, Lucky in Love