Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you.

Well, you missed out on some important protocol, Ella. You can't stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, large moving objects, Monday night football, and the missionary position. We don't drink light beer, drive Smart cars, or admit to knowing the names of more than about five or six colors. And we don't wax our chests, ever.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates

I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.

We’ll continue our discussion later. Right now I intend to escort Miss Peyton to her room.” “That is not a wise idea, in my opinion,” the earl said. “I’m glad I didn’t ask for it, then,” Simon returned pleasantly

Hunt looked like a man who had visited many woman's beds and knew exactly what to do in them.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.