He looked up from the paper he was scribbling on and offered her a lopsided grin. “Hey, sweet pea. You bring me anything special?” The lopsided bit wasn’t odd, but there was something forced about it. “Got a fresh bag of cat food outside.” Cat food that she’bought with the twenty he’d left to pay for his ice cream. He pushed his makeshift drum set aside and rose with stretch. “Words every man dreams of hearing. Make my night if you say you got catnip too.” She tried not to giggle. She tried hard. But she couldn’t help herself. “Extra strength,” she said. This time, his grin came out bigger, less forced. “Woman of my dreams.”“In your dreams,” she said.

— Jamie Farrell

Her eyes slid closed, her secret places pulsed in anticipation, and his lips settled onto the skin beneath her ear. That was magic. She held perfectly still. He pressed a kiss to her neck. Then another, lower. A third, even lower. She squirmed. He dropped his hands. “Sorry. I---“ “Don’t stop,” Jimmie whispered.

— Jamie Farrell

He was sort of Jimmie’s boss. And he wasn’t just a thorn in General Mom’s side – he was a whole stinking rosebush. If the rosebush were six feet of hunky, cake-blaspheming, rich playboy.

— Jamie Farrell

He was the most handsome nightmare she had ever met.

— Jamie Farrell

I am so not kissing you tonight,” she informed him. He chuckled softly. And if she thought his smile was dangerous, his chuckle should’ve been classified as a biological weapon. Sin in a sound wave.“But now you’re thinking about what it would be like, ain’tyou?” he said.”Only my stupid parts.

— Jamie Farrell

If my mom sees you here, she’ll ---“ “Paper the walls with my innards while the innocents watch?

— Jamie Farrell

If you kiss me and then leave again to go write another twangy song,” she said, eyes closed, lips barely moving, “I swear to God, I will snap that guitar in half and feed it to you for breakfast.”“You use the prettiest words.

— Jamie Farrell

I'm fine," she said. "I'm just hiding from the Queen General and her latest poster boy."" The Queen General?" Which one of his sisters fit that description? More like which one didn't." Queen General Marilyn," his visitor said. "Supreme ruler of Bliss and chairperson of Knot Festival." The words 'Knot Festival' twisted CJ's stomach, and the room seemed to climb ten degrees hotter. He tugged at his bow tie. The woman kept talking... Marilyn rewrote the Golden Husband Games rules so her Exalted Widower is eligible to be named Husband of the Half Century. And you know what? He's the reason my husband left me.

— Jamie Farrell

In the third cabinet under the counter, she hit the good stuff. “Oh! You have a Kitchen Aid.” “If you’re planning on caressing my mixer, you should know that might make my testicles explode,” he said from behind her. Her cheeks went hot enough to glow. “That would be awkward.

— Jamie Farrell

Is he nice?” one whispered over her gum paste roses for this weekend’s wedding cakes. “Um, obviously,” Jimmie said. “You’re why he’s always coming around? I know he’s hot stuff in Chicago, but he always seems so stiff when he comes here,” another added from the sink. “Honey, you want them stiff,” a third said…

— Jamie Farrell