There is no snooze button on life - Tara Daniels

Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.

Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, someone will hand you a shovel.

You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.” She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. “Nice,” she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. “Mr. 2008.” He bit back a sigh. “It’s for charity.” “And you definitely contributed.

Try asking sometime. Not all women will stand for that 50 Shades crap, you know.

Sugar," Tara said in a voice that was pure Pissed-Off South. "You need to go far, far away." A few weeks ago, he'd have taken that to mean she didn't want to see his face within a six-hundred-mile radius. Now he knew the truth. He distracted her. He could live with that. "Came to see if I can help." "I think I know how to make burgers," she said smoothly. "But bless your heart." In other words, f*** off and die.