“A rush of sensation pulsed through her, lingering long after his touch. The towel quickly fell free. He caught it before it slipped to the ground and slung it over his shoulder. “Consider this your first time,” he said, his tone low and sultry.Good Lord… Paige could hardly blink. If this was any indication of the doc’s bedside manner, she could only hope for long-term, intensive treatment.”
— Tracy March
“I could use a shower myself.” He pulled her close and kissed her, tucking his hand beneath the sheet and smoothing it down the satiny curve of her hip. “We’d get to breakfast a lot quicker if we took one together.”
— Tracy March
“She stepped over to the model. “The little town looks so sweet in the moonlight.” And so did Lindsey. Her sexy silhouette had him riveted in place. He knew better, but his instincts urged him to go to her. Joining her next to the model, he skimmed his fingertips over her bare shoulder and down her arm. He reached her hand and languidly laced his fingers between hers. “Not nearly as sweet as you look,” he whispered close to her ear…”
— Tracy March
“I’m scared as hell to fall for you.” He loosened his embrace, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. “But I’m more terrified to let you go.”
— Tracy March
“Lindsey looked at him coyly “Grilling is your specialty?” She shook her head. “You really had me fooled.” He set the platter on the island, joined her near the sprawling sectional sofa in the living area, and took her in his arms. She’d never get tired of that feeling. “Had you fooled how?” he asked. “I thought kissing was your specialty.” Carden captivated her with his sultry gave. “Grilling… Kissing…” He brushed his lips over hers, teasingly light and feathery. “Take your pick, darlin;,” he said in a low whisper, pulling her closer…. “Stay tuned,” he said with a rasp in his voice. “I’ve got a couple other specialties, too.”
— Tracy March
“How can it hurt so much to love someone?”
— Tracy March
“He cleared his throat. “I did get carried away with you. Couldn’t help myself. And when I said it wouldn’t happen again…” He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. “I hope I lied.”
— Tracy March
“Two old women described as “Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun” were bound to have something curious to contribute.”
— Tracy March
“Twining his fingers through her ponytail, he cradled the back of her head, seducing her nearly senseless with a single kiss – on a mountainside covered in wildflowers, under the summer sun and an endless sky.”
— Tracy March
“I came all prepared for a lapis show-and-tell, but you know more about it than I do.”… Lindsey gave him a pleading look and brushed her fingertips over the back of his hand, sending tingles up his arm. “Show me.”… “When it’s cut and polished like this, it practically glows. Golden specks of pyrite dance across the blue, like stars in a denim sky.”
— Tracy March
“Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a ‘click.’ ‘Click, click.’ “Ugh,” Lindsey moaned. She’d need to flip a breaker, and for that she’d need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on. “I’m working on that.” The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows.”
— Tracy March
“Let’s start with ice cream and go from there.” “You’re gonna love it.” Holly nodded. “All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you’ve ever heard of.” Clearly she’d forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. “Like what?” “Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig….blueberry pie… marshmallow peach… salted caramel chocolate chunk…”
— Tracy March
“Maybe he dates girls in Denver when he goes there for business but he never asks out girls around here. I think he’s simply there for looks.” The same could be said for Lindsey’s ex, Hopper. He had been good for looking at but not much else. “That might work for a little while,” Lindsey said, “but I prefer my men fully functional.” Holly’s gaze locked on something behind Lindsey. Her hazel eyes widened and her lips formed an ‘O’. She tipped her head forward, prompting Lindsey to turn and look … straight into the eyes of Carden Crenshaw.”
— Tracy March
“Depends on whether you talk to the Montgomery sisters,” he said to Lindsey. Holly chuckled lightly. “Now, that’s a whole other old TV show mash-up right there. Hmm…I’d say ‘Charmed’ meets ‘The Golden Girls’.” “With a little ‘Bewitched’ thrown in for fun.” Carden pressed his index finger to the tip of his nose and twitched it back and forth, somehow making himself seem more irresistible.”
— Tracy March
“What’s your name, big guy?” Carden asked. Blue let out something between a bark and a howl that sounded just like,” Bluuuue.” “Good boy,” Carden said, and gave Blue the dog biscuit. Blue took it in his mouth and crunched it into pieces, eating it bit by bit instead of gobbling. That’s all it took for Lindsey to fall head-over-heels for Blue. His owner wasn’t too bad either.”
— Tracy March
“He smoothed his fingers along her jawline and lifted her chin, kissing her gently, testing. Lindsey went light-headed with the rush of sensation, the touch of his lips leaving her longing for more. Clutching his shirt in her fingers – napkin and all – she pulled him closer, melting into his kiss. Carden took it from tentative to tender, then parted her lips with the velvety sweep of his tongue. She matched his languid rhythm, hypnotized. He was all chocolate and caramel, creamy cool and sweet. ‘Sinfully delicious’. No doubt he was 31 flavors of trouble, but resisting him seemed impossible.”
— Tracy March
“She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m not sure it can get any better.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, darlin’,” he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. “I promise you it can.” He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. “And I’m a man who keeps his promises.”
— Tracy March
“Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn’t want a smokin’ hot guy associating her with toilet parts?”
— Tracy March
“You make me believe that things I’d given up on a possible.”
— Tracy March
“I’m scared as hell to fall for you… But I’m more terrified to let you go.”
— Tracy March
“He lay between her legs, propped himself on his elbows, and gazed at the sunset in her eyes. “I want to remember this moment,” he said huskily.”
— Tracy March
“I am debating about you, totally stumped between boxers and briefs.” She winked. He shot her his sexiest look. “Let me know when you’re ready for the big reveal.”
— Tracy March
“He held a beautiful bouquet of mixed wildflowers and offered them to her. “They missed you.” He brushed a kiss on her lips. “Just like me.”
— Tracy March
“Hopefully we’ll be doing this forever, but we’ll only have one first time.”
— Tracy March
“You busy?” she asked. He gave her a crooked grin, “Right now I’d say I’m completely engaged.” She smiled demurely. “But I want to take you to my secret place.” Bryce loosened his grip on her, giving her a full view of the quizzical, playful look on his face. “Is that a come-on? Because I’m way past ready to go to your secret place.”
— Tracy March
“Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly’s cheek, and whispered in her ear, “You okay?” She gave him a sidelong glance. “You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver.”
— Tracy March
“But your perfectly good bed doesn’t come with a blanket of stars.”
— Tracy March
“Collin’s playful look turned serious, and he stood, took Ellie’s hand, and eased her up to join him. He pulled her into his arms, pressed her close against his hard body, and swayed to the music. Combing his fingers through her hair, he swept it away from her ear, and whispered huskily, “This feels right.”
— Tracy March
“You sing?” she asked. “Mostly in the shower.” “Then I should’ve had my ear to the bathroom door when you were in there.” He pinched the beads at the end of the tie on her blouse, and rolled them between his fingertips. “You should’ve been in there with me.”
— Tracy March
“You’re the kind of girl who deserves way more than a one-night stand.”
— Tracy March