Lucky Shot Quotes

“You should know something about me. I joke around a lot. But I'm a pretty serious guy about some things. My job. My truck. My lucky boots." Which he just happened to be wearing tonight. "Making love.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“It beats where my parents first made out. They went to the West Yellowstone dump. They sat in the dark and waited for the bears to come out."
Max laughed, smiling over at her. "And then what?"
"About the time the bars in town closed, the grizzlies would chase away the black bears. Everyone who was parked at the edge of the dump would turn on their headlights and watch the grizzlies dig in the garbage."
"You Montanans really are a romantic bunch.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“When you were a teenager, where did you go to make out?"
"Seriously?" She laughed nervously.
"Aren't we a little old for that?"
"I certainly hope not.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“Are you trying to seduce me?"
He shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "I have a rule. I never get involved with anyone connected to a story I'm working on...."
"This rule of yours?" she asked. "How many times have your wanted to break it?"
"A few times I was tempted."
"And how many times have you broken it?"
When he spoke, his voice sounded rough with emotion. "Never.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“His look turned serious again, and she realized that it was more dangerous than his grin. "I know you, Kat Hamilton. I'd like to say I know you inside and out. Maybe someday soon...."
She reached across him and opened his door. "In your dreams, Malone...."
"Sometime I'll have to tell you how those dreams ended.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“How do I know that you aren't manipulating me right now, like you do everyone else, to get what you want?"
"Because if that was true, you and I would already be lovers.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“A wave rocked her and he grabbed for her, pulling her against him. His warm, wet skin brushed against hers, and then his arms were around her, his mouth on hers as he tangled his legs with hers.
Kat lost herself in his kiss, in his mouth, in his touch, as the ocean waves gently rocked them and the sky paled into twilight. A rogue wave dropped over them, driving them underwater - and apart. Kat kicked her way to the surface, coughing on the salt water.
Max came up looking as surprised by the kiss as the wave that had almost drowned them. "I didn't mean for that to happen. But you looked so damned... kissable.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“The woman could get a confession faster than a priest.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“My motto is - if it feels good -" he grinned as he held her gaze "- then I do it.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“You brought me to a sanitarium? Thinking of having me admitted?"
"Fortunately for you, it's closed.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“Lynette "Nettie" Curry found her husband out by the barn, talking to his crows. The crows, a long line of them, teetered on the phone line, cawing down occasionally as if conversing.
"Am I interrupting, Frank?" she asked....
The crows cawed down at her as if in greeting. Ask Frank and he'd report that's exactly what they were saying. He'd always been fascinated with the birds and clearly loved them. But even as skeptical as she'd been when she'd first moved in, Nettie now believed that they were equally as fond of him.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“You hire another PI and you'll only get him killed - and start a shit storm that is going to rain down on not only you but also your husband and his daughters. You sure it's worth it just to get some dirt on your husband's former wife?”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“Before you leave, wouldn't you like the message Sarah's friend left for you?"
She had already started for the door and now turned. "By all means."
"He said he'd destroy your husband... after he killed you.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot

“Max was fascinated by the woman and more than a little curious about what she might be up to. Sarah Johnson had come from a two-parent, affluent home with a squeaky-clean past. She'd been the golden girl, high school cheerleader, valedictorian and had apparently glided through college without making a ripple, coming out with a bachelor of arts degree in literature. She'd married well, had six children and then one winter night, for some unknown reason, she'd driven her car into the Yellowstone River. Her body was never found. Because there were no skid marks on the highway, it had looked like a suicide. Foul play had never been suspected.
That was twenty-two years ago. Now she was back - with no memory of those years or why she'd apparently tried to take her own life.
Max wanted this story more than he wanted a hot cup of coffee this morning.”
― B.J. Daniels, Lucky Shot