Sparking the Fire Quotes

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Falling is easy. Staying that way is hard. But I’ve been choosing hard all my life, so why the hell would the life I make with the woman who completes me be any different? I love you like a madman. You’re the air I breathe, my next heartbeat, and I’m never letting go.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Wyatt Fox. It suited him. Clean, masculine, not a syllable wasted. Like James Bond, if 007 included cowboy-marine-firefighter in his stable of personae.
Fox.

Wyatt Fox. License to thrill—and send your panties plummeting.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“That’s right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.”
She sighed. “Such a romantic.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I’m finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“She stood almost a foot shorter than him, but that had never been a problem, given most of their conversations had been horizontal. The years had filled out her curves, and she wore those few extra pounds of plush well, especially below the flare of her hips. The ass that dethroned JLo, or some shit. Her shapely figure had its own press corps.

A woman like this was built to be bedded, and often.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“I know, Marine," she whispered in answer to his unspoken affirmation, and then, like always, their bodies finished the conversation”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“I would have unleashed my secret weapon.” She leaned in and whispered, “Operation Feel the Beard.”

“That’s your secret weapon?” He felt his beard every day, and he could say with 100 percent certainty that it was fairly low on his list of ways into his good graces. “I think you’re overestimating the beard, Hollywood. Now if you were to feel another part of—”

She felt his beard. Sweet effen Christmas.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“That voice. It couldn’t be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.

Bearded!”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire