The Trouble with Texas Cowboys Quotes

“Money is just dirty paper with dead presidents' pictures on it.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Now tell me, Sawyer O'Donnell, are you more Irish or Hispanic?"
"Half and half. Love the Mexican food but also love a good Irish whiskey on occasion. They're both really good lovers, you know. Hot-blooded and stand by their women.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“There had to be more to wooing a woman than feeding cattle, minding the store, tending the bar, and sex. That wasn't a bad combination in getting to know a woman, but now that he knew Jill, he wanted to hang the moon for her, make the stars brighter, and force daisies to grow from frozen ground.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Daisies. They outlast roses, and they're tough little flowers.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Did you ever hear of the turd theory?" she asked. He shook his head.
"It goes like this. You think if a certain obnoxious person wasn't in your life, then everything would be just peachy. Then that person is miraculously out of your life, and behold, another turd floats to the top," Jill said.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Poor old Rhett," Sawyer mumbled.
"What about Rhett?"
"I just feel sorry for him if he does come to Burnt Boot. He won't have a pretty little redhead to watch his back.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“What are you two talking about?" Gladys asked.
"We're talkin' about roses, chicken chips, and pork rinds," he said.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Have I told you today that you look mighty fetchin' in that outfit? he said as he opened the door for her.
"Only three times," she answered.
"Well, then make it four.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“The table was set for two, as usual, with one exception. Right smack in the middle was an old chipped crock cookie jar. Glazing cracks started at the bottom and wove their way in different directions, some on the sides, with others winding their way around in circles.
"Are we having cookies with our waffles?" Jill asked.

"Look at it closely," Sawyer grinned, "Pay especially close attention to the lid."

"Daisies," She smiled.

"I would have gone out into the pasture and picked some wild ones for you, but it's the wrong time of year. That's all I could find with a daisy on it," Sawyer said”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Do just-friends sleep all tangled up like a bunch of baby granddaddy long-legged spiders?”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Bessie, the old gray mule, had two speeds: slow and stop. A stick of dynamite could not have put any more giddy-up in her pace....”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Are you kin to the Gallaghers or the Brennans?" Jill asked.
"Hell, no! If I was, I'd shoot myself in the head with this gun.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Hey, ya'll should come home with us. Verdie has a pot roast in the oven that will melt in your mouth," Finn said.
He was as tall as Sawyer and had the bluest eyes Jill had ever seen on a man. Callie nodded at his side as she corralled four kids, and Verdie poked her head out around Finn's shoulder to say, "Yes, we'd love to have you. Got plenty of food and plenty of these wild urchins to entertain you. If that don't keep you laughing, then there's a parrot that never shuts up and a bunch of dogs."
"And a cat," a little girl said shyly.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“I want a swallow of whiskey to take that pill," Polly yelled. "Damn things get stuck when you make me take them water.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“You are full of shit, Sawyer O'Donnell. I believe that you invented the Blarney Stone instead of kissed it.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“She slapped at him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward over the loose hay to hug her tightly. Her hands landed on his chest with a snap. She looked up, and before she even had time to shut her eyes, his lips were on hers. Warmth---that's what she felt at first. As the kiss deepened, it grew hotter, and when his tongue traced the outside of her mouth, it turned downright scorching.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“An old black bull threw back his head and bawled when the cows behind him didn't keep up, as if telling them the breakfast buffet was about to be spread, and he wasn't waiting for grace.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I'm livin' with a prophet.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“It was so quiet. I thought those two women had kidnapped you."
"Did that make you sad?" His eyes twinkled, and a smile tickled the corners of his mouth.
Dammit! Why did she have to look at his mouth? That made her think of that amazing kiss, and that put a little extra giddy-up in her pulse. "It sure did. I didn't want to stock shelves and slice bologna and still keep everyone from killing each other." She smiled sweetly.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“He shoved her feet down to the floor, slid down the sofa, and cupped her face in his hands.
She barely had time to moisten her lips and shut her eyes before his mouth closed in to claim hers in a fiery hot kiss. She felt as if her whole body was floating off the sofa toward the ceiling. His hands on her cheeks were the only thing that kept her grounded. Her arms went around his neck. Both hands twisted into his hair for better leverage as his tongue found its way past her lips to do a beautiful two-step with hers.
Sweet Jesus! A kiss had never done that to her before. She wanted more...”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“He flipped his hands out to motion her away. "Go change clothes six times and stand in front of the mirror. I'll tell you if your jeans make your butt look fat.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Be sure to get her home before midnight. She turns into a rabid coyote when the clock strikes twelve." Sawyer moved on down the bar to fill a pitcher with beer.
"That true, darlin'?" Tyrell asked.
"Got to take the bad with the good," Jill answered.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“You aren't a nice cowboy. Are you going to break my heart so bad that I have to write a country song about it?”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“He might tolerate someone dipping into his stash of dark-roast coffee, but nobody messed with his pot. Not even if she was cuter than a bug's ear, with that faint sprinkling of freckles across her nose.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“That's pretty bold of you, Jill Cleary." His eyes sparkled when he teased. "We've only known each other a few hours, and you're already talking about us getting pets together.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Wake up every morning and eat a bullfrog first thing, and the rest of the day will go just fine.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys

“Jill is mine and Polly's only living relative and she has come to Burnt Boot to work for us. And this bunkhouse is big enough for the two of you."
Sawyer wasn't too sure about that last statement. The bunkhouse had looked huge when he moved in, but a woman living in it would damn sure make it smaller in a hurry. Travis Tritt's old song "TROUBLE" played through his mind.”
― Carolyn Brown, The Trouble with Texas Cowboys