The Troubleshooter Quotes

“Then there was just their harsh panting. “I’ll never look at this table the same way again,” she murmured. He made a sound that might have been a chuckle. He caught her chin. “Next time, stay in the car.” She grinned. “Hot Stuff, I might need to explain consequences and rewards to you. If this is what I get when I get out of the car…” He tweaked her nipple,”
― Anna Hackett, The Troubleshooter

“Babe? You okay?” He dropped a kiss to her shoulder. “Yes.” “Have I rendered you speechless with my skills and prowess?” She snorted. “Don’t get cocky.” “I already did.” He nudged her butt with said cock. “Twice.”
― Anna Hackett, The Troubleshooter

“What is going on?” Haven appeared. “I just got here to take Rhys out for coffee, and I can hear you guys from the front door.” “Saxon and Gia…” Rhys looked like he was struggling to find the right words. “Are together.” Haven looked at Rhys, then Vander. “You two only just worked that out?” She shook her head. “I thought you guys were crack investigators”
― Anna Hackett, The Troubleshooter

“Better to beg forgiveness after the fact.” “Well, I don’t hear you begging.” His voice lowered. “I don’t beg, baby.” Her hand clenched on the phone. “I bet I could make you beg.” There was silence, followed by Saxon’s harsh breathing across the line. Yes! She’d gotten to the always smooth and cool Saxon Buchanan. “Yeah, Contessa, I reckon you could.” Oh, God. A shot of heat went straight between her legs and she shifted restlessly in her seat. “Stay inside,” he warned again. “Yes, Master Buchanan.” His deep chuckle came over the line. “I like that.”
― Anna Hackett, The Troubleshooter

“kissed…”
― Anna Hackett, The Troubleshooter

“I haven’t told Vander yet, so keep this to yourself.” “Vander?” Gia squeaked. “Why do you have to talk to Vander?” Her eyes sparked. “I’m an adult, and don’t need my brother’s permission to do anything.” Rome coughed and looked away. “There’s a code,” Saxon said.
“A code? I don’t—” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, because this—” she waved a hand between her and Saxon “—is not happening.” He scowled. “It’s happening.” “No, I—” He dragged her back and kissed her again. Soon she was clinging to him, and biting his bottom lip.
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“No, you don’t.”
― Anna Hackett, The Troubleshooter