It is utterly unfair,” she said, shooing Wrigley away and tossing aside her blanket, “that your country boy smile isn’tillegal.” She pulled her feet from beneath him, but then she swung a leg over him and straddled his lap, still smiling at him while she took his cheeks in her hands and pressed a soft, open-lipped kiss to his mouth. Will’s pulse kicked up the tempo. He gripped her hips and pushed against her, parted his lips to make way for her tongue. Music exploded inside him. Electric guitars, keyboard, fiddle, bongos. No words, just the white-hot melody of their bodies. The intoxicating scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, but the intrigued woman scent was stronger—heady and spicy and everything. He wanted her.

— Jamie Farrell

Josh squeezed her arm. “I’ll behave,” he murmured. “For now.” She’s going to pickle your cucumbers.” “He has more than one?” Natalie whispered. “That’s between me and Jimmie,” Josh replied.

— Jamie Farrell

Like Momma says, only thing you get by digging dirt is dirty.

— Jamie Farrell

Lindsey had a nearly uncontrollable desire to run her fingers through his hair, to see if it was as soft today as it had been the last time she’d known him. And that thick stubble on his cheeks and chin was long enough to be soft too. The good soft. Especially against her softer parts. Intrigue and desire warmed the smileys on her panties.

— Jamie Farrell

My clue is that you're supposed to keep going once you've found me." His eyes narrowed. Thoughtfully, as though he were looking for the words she wanted to say instead. "Keep going in the maze?" he said slowly. "Or keep going somewhere else?" The man had an evil streak. "The maze," she said firmly. Helpfully. Like a dutiful daughter of Bliss." Because there are a few places I'd like to go with you.

— Jamie Farrell

One day, son, you're going to find yourself you're everything. When you do, you tell her. And then you make sure you live it. Live it every day.

— Jamie Farrell

One side of his lips quirked up in a sexy smirk. “Got a cure for that frustration you got going on,” he said.”Got a cure for your ego?

— Jamie Farrell

On my honor, I ain’t ever tasting another woman’s sexual favors. Even if the bakery offers ’em up in a cupcake wrapper and calls ’em whipped dreams.

— Jamie Farrell

Right on time, sugar.” Josh draped his arm around her shoulders and steered her through the lobby. “Traffic okay?” “Yeah, except when that alien spaceship landed on I-90 and then all those crickets jumped out to perform Beethoven’s Fifth on kazoos. Otherwise, clear sailing.

— Jamie Farrell

She gulped her whiskey sour. The bar was hot tonight. CJ circled back to check on them. "You ladies doing okay?"" Define okay." Natalie's whiskey seemed to be talking. Because the whiskey was the only thing that could've put that husky, suggestive tone in her voice. Yep, that was all the whiskey. He propped his elbows on the bar, which put his face level with hers, and fixed his undivided attention on her. There went her lady bits fanning themselves. With a few added whimpers. They remembered what his hands and body and lips felt like too." Content." His voice was low and raw, his gaze penetrating and unwavering. "Happy. Completely, one hundred percent satisfied." Her mouth went dry while the rest of her went up in needy flames that made her want to scratch the all-but-gone rash he'd tended so well on Monday." Nope," Natalie squeaked. "Not okay then.

— Jamie Farrell