Soul Deep Quotes

“This book is dedicated to all the women—and men—who know that the human desire for romance, love, and sexual passion has nothing to do with age.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I’m going to be a big sister,” Emily said. “My daddy breeded my mommy, like Chinook with the mares.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I promise not to kiss you again. However, if you kiss me first, I will kiss you back. I think that’s only fair, don’t you?”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” Megan shook her head. Nate rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.” But Jack only smiled, his gaze warm. “She’s not the only one.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I’m a simple man, Janet. I say what I mean and have no talent for games. I want to show you how I feel about you so there’s no chance for misunderstanding. If you think I’m trying to romance you, you’re right. I am.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I’m fine, really.” “Like hell you are.” He caught her chin, tilted her head so that he could see. “He split your cheek.” She drew back. “We should check him … maybe do first aid.” “He’s dead.” Jack gathered her in his arms. “Would you please just let me hold you? God, woman! For a moment there, I thought I’d lost you.” Her arms went around him. “I thought you’d lost me, too.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Toss your piece over here.” Luke’s gaze was on Jack’s Colt. “Nice and easy.” Jack kept his aim steady, sighting on Luke’s forehead. “If you think I’m going to hand over my weapon just because you’re pointing a gun at Ms. Killeen, you’ve been watching too much television.” Luke glared at him. “You don’t understand. All I have to do is pull this trigger—” “Harm the woman I love, and there will be no escape for you anywhere on this earth. Do you understand me?” Jack waited for an answer, then repeated his question, this time shouting. “Do you understand me?”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“She slid her arms around him, rested her head against his chest. “You really are a softie, aren’t you?” He held her fast, kissed her damp hair. “Don’t tell anyone.” “Your secret is safe with me.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“You take a shower, do whatever you do in the morning. I’ll make us some breakfast.” “Won’t you take a shower with me?” He grinned. “I’d be happy to be your rubber duckie.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Janet awoke to the delicious sensation of Jack’s callused hand sliding over the bare skin of her ass. “Good morning, angel.” His voice was deep and sleepy.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“She’d just poured herself another cup of coffee, when Jack walked in. He smiled when he saw her, and her heart did a little flip. “Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?” She felt heat in her cheeks. “I slept well, thank you. Thanks for staying with me. Did you get any sleep in that chair?” “Oh, yeah.” He reached for a coffee cup. “I can sleep pretty much anywhere—a benefit of having served with the Rangers. If I get five hours a night, I’m good.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“God, she was a sight. Just watching her made his heart beat faster. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was, or had a life of working in pantsuits and facing down society’s violent assholes left her unaware of her own feminine appeal?”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“You didn’t tell me you were a horse whisperer.” “I’m not—at least I don’t think I am.” “Well, you nearly gave me a heart attack. If you were one of my men, I’d fire you on the spot for being reckless.” “I’m not one of your men.” “Thank God for that.” Still, he needed to make his point. “You could have been killed. I’ve seen stallions go crazy and injure experienced horsemen, men who raised them. You took a real chance stepping in here.” “I’m sorry I frightened you. I saw how afraid Chinook was, and I just had to do something.” He handed her the curry comb. “Most people who saw a stallion in that state would see only aggression and feel afraid. But you saw that the stallion was afraid, and so you had no fear. You amaze me.” She looked up at him and smiled. “That goes both ways.” He was glad to hear that. In the course of the evening, he’d come to realize that he loved her. For the second time in his life, he’d fallen head over heels in love with a woman.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“She glanced over at Jack again, felt a tug in her chest. “By the way, you can put your arm around my shoulders if you’d like.” “I would like.” Jack raised the armrest that divided their two seats, reached over, and drew her closer. She rested her head against his chest, heard the steady beating of his heart, and felt her blood warm as his fingers caressed her shoulder. She was contemplating the wisdom of turning in her seat and kissing him when his cell phone rang.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“What I’m saying is that you’ll find a man who loves you like that—a man who loves and respects you because of your courage, not despite your injury and the physical challenges you face.” She liked what he’d said, sweet words she wished she could believe, but she had to be honest. “I’m not as brave as you think I am. I haven’t been able to pick up a firearm since the day I was shot.” “Anyone who tells you you’re not brave because you won’t pick up a gun hasn’t experienced a fire-fight first hand.” There was understanding in his eyes. She’d needed to hear that so very badly, but his compassion didn’t change the rest of it. “The kind of men I’m attracted to—athletic, outdoorsy guys—want women who can keep up with them. Besides, I’m forty-five.” “You don’t look a day over thirty-eight.” He gave her a devastatingly sexy smile. “And, hey, if an old codger like me can’t play the age card, then neither can you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s different for men. You know that.” “You’re a beautiful woman.” The way he said it made her breath catch. Warmth rushed into her cheeks. “Is that you talking—or the Côte de Brouilly?” “It takes more than a few glasses of wine to make me say things I don’t mean—scotch if you want poetry.” He moved closer, took their wine glasses, and set them down on the coffee table. “Janet…” His words trailed into silence. Then he leaned in and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm as they brushed lightly over hers, their caress an invitation.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Janet stared up at him, unable to believe her bad luck. She’d only met him once, but she’d recognize him anywhere—those dark blue eyes, that square jaw, the thick salt-and-pepper hair, the dark brows, the rugged cheekbones. Of all the fences along all the highways in the entire state of Colorado, she just had to crash into his.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I don’t wax or shave like a lot of women do these days.”
He laughed. “Good. I don’t want to feel like I’m having sex with a 10-year-old. I came of age in the seventies, when natural was sexy. I like bush.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Sliding off the highway was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “You didn’t know it, angel, but you were coming home.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Ask for what you want. Say what’s on your mind. Be honest with me, and I’ll always be honest with you.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I’m a simple man, Janet. I say what I mean and have no talent for games. I want to show you how I feel about you so there’s no chance for misunderstanding. If you think I’m trying to romance you, you’re right. I am.” “Oh, Jack.” She smiled, raised her glass. “It’s working. Cheers.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“He never got tired of watching someone who’d been hurt in some way rediscover a sense of joy riding on the back of a horse. Buckwheat”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“There was something healing about horses. He”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Jack liked it when things balanced themselves like that, the chaos and asymmetries of life coming together in surprising ways to achieve order.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Is she okay?” “Yes, but… Well, son, she’s pregnant.” Nate laughed. “Are you serious?” “Yes, I’m serious. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but—” “Now, Dad, I thought we already had this talk.” This was followed by more laughter. “I think you breeded Janet like Chinook—” “Son, shut your mouth for a minute.” When Jack was satisfied that Nate was listening, he went on. “Because of her age and her injuries, there are a fair number of risks. She’s got hyperemesis gravi… hell, something that makes her throw up a lot, so they’re giving her IV fluids and some drug to stop the nausea.” “Poor thing. I hope it helps. Is there any risk to her or the baby right now?” “We have a lot of questions, but not many answers yet.” “God, I can’t wait to tell Megan.” “See that you don’t tell anyone else. I want to put a ring on her finger and walk her down the aisle before word of this gets out so that no one can accuse her of forcing me into marriage or say that I married her just because I got her pregnant.” For some reason, this made Nate laugh again. “A father at the age of sixty-four.” “I’m sixty-three.” “You won’t be by the time the baby arrives.” “Shit.” He hadn’t thought of that. “Seriously, congratulations, Dad. This baby is very lucky to have you as a father. Trust me on this. I know.” Jack’s throat suddenly got tight. “Thanks, son.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“You’re so good to me.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Sliding off the highway was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “You didn’t know it, angel, but you were coming home.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“I’m going to be a big sister,” Emily said. “My daddy breeded my mommy, like Chinook with the mares.” Megan coughed, choking on her tea. Jack looked over at Nate. “What the hell did you tell this child?” Nate shrugged. “It’s not what we said. It’s what she put together. She does live on a stud farm, you know.” Janet fought not to laugh. “Congratulations! You must be so excited.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“He felt like he was walking on air, almost unable to believe that this wonderful, beautiful woman was here with him, sharing this meal, his day, his bed. You fell head first this time, amigo. A voice inside him reminded him that they hadn’t yet made each other a single promise and that there was every chance Janet would decide to walk out the door and never come back. She was eighteen years younger than he was, only nine years older than his son. What could she possibly see in him? He told that voice to go to hell. She cared for him, too. He knew it. She seemed to be as lost in the moment as he, smiling and laughing with an ease that hadn’t been a part of her when she’d first arrived, exhausted and chilled to the bone. Her body responded to his touch as if she’d been made for him, which meant her heart and mind were in the game, too. Most of all, she’d trusted him with her worst fears. He’d lived long enough to know that a woman didn’t do that with just any man.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Have you thought about retiring early?” “I’ve thought about it. I would lose a fair amount of my pension if I did. Besides, what would I do with myself?” “You could work for me.” “Work ... as a ranch hand?” She laughed, genuinely amused by the image of herself in a cowboy hat cutting cattle that popped into her head. “I can’t even walk in the snow without help.” He glared at her. “You’re a fantastic rider.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you truly offering me a job?” He stopped shoveling, rested on the hay fork, gave her a lopsided grin. “I would if it would keep you around.” Something about that felt more romantic to her than a dozen red roses. “Jack West, you are a charming man.” “Me?” He shook his head, got back to shoveling. “I think you need to look that word up in the dictionary, angel.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“Somewhere very nearby, a horse snorted, and he felt something nibbling at his coat. Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and found Buckwheat nipping his pocket to check for carrots. “Hey, knock that off.” Janet laughed, patted the horse’s neck. “I suppose he wants attention, too.” “Yeah, well, I’m sure as hell not kissing him.” She laughed again, her gaze meeting his. “Thank you, Jack.” “You do realize you kissed me, right? You know what that means.” She smiled, the seductive glint in her eyes making his heart skip a beat. “I guess you have no choice now but to kiss me back.” He had no choice. No choice at all.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep

“In the meantime, I promise not to kiss you again. However, if you kiss me first, I will kiss you back. I think that’s only fair, don’t you?” She looked over at him again, but this time, there was a smile on her face. “You’re confident, aren’t you?” But he wasn’t—not when it came to Janet.”
― Pamela Clare, Soul Deep