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Men are like roses. You have to watch out for the pricks.

Jill Shalvis

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Jill Shalvis
Age: 54
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It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
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I'm done waiting. Done doing things the easy way and letting things happen as they will. Her heart caught. What does that mean? It means this is too important to let slip away again. You're too important. He leaned back against the truck with a low grunt of effort, eyes dark, jaw clenched. I love you too, Tara.
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Experience is something you get… after you need it.
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Sorry,” he said. “Let me drop the belt- “No.” She held on when he would have pulled away. “Don’t. I like it.” Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. “The tool belt turns you on.” “No.” She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. “Little bit.
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A small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part. The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.
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When you don't know what you're doing, fake it.
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He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.
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The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.” – Chloe Traeger
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Where did that flashlight come from? Chloe asked. My purse. Chloe looked at Tara. She carries a flashlight in her purse. For emergencies, Maddie said, trying to see into the yard. You have any chocolate? Chloe asked hopefully. For emergencies? Of course. Side pocket, next to the fork.
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Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?
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Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. I fit, she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. I fit with you. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. Perfectly.
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I’m already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.
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Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?
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In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.
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Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.
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Go away. I hate everyone right now, and I'm pretty sure that includes you.
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Two of my fav pieces of wisdom from Phoebe: - Men are like parking spots. All the good ones are taken, and those that aren't are inaccessible. - Remember, it's always better to be the smartass rather than the dumbass.
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