There's something you need to know," he said. Her own breath came out loud and uneven. He was entirely in her personal space, but she'd given him enough power as it was. She wouldn't back away, wouldn't let him see her agitation. He tucked her hair behind her ear. Tension took hold of her body. She shuddered, looked up to tell him to stop, but he bent forward, his lips parted, a single freckle on his cheek drawing her attention while his lips got closer and closer and closer until ---"For future reference," he said, "I never kiss horribly." And before she could blink or breathe or think, his lips closed over hers. His grip tightened in her hair, and when she should've protested or pulled away or kicked him in the shins, her body melted into his. Kissing him was wrong.... So wrong. She was so good at so wrong.

— Jamie Farrell

They don't like my kind in here," Arthur said to CJ... I own a shop on The Aisle. Huck there" - Arthur nodded at the barkeep - "isn't a fan of the wedding industry."" Why not?"" Guy's been divorced three times and has a bar called Suckers in the most married-est town on earth. He caters to the underground wedding haters and single groomsmen.

— Jamie Farrell

They hadn’t been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.

— Jamie Farrell

This Chocolate Orgasm is the best chocolate ice cream I’ve ever had.”“Mikey helped with that one,” Dahlia heard herself say. Mari Belle laughed, a light, pretty sound. “I sense his influence in the Hazel’s Nuts.

— Jamie Farrell

Those gray eyes slid back to her. “Your shower big enough for two?”“Yes, but the cats don’t like to get wet. Neither does the guinea pig. But you might have some success with the lizard.” Bad, bad move. Because both corners of his mouth were getting in on the smile action. He moved them one at a time, first the right corner, then a slow follow from the left corner. And then he showed his dimple.

— Jamie Farrell

Though everyone who mattered to him told him to walk away, though Lindsey herself told him to walk away, he was still here. And she was still glad.

— Jamie Farrell

Two years ago, she had inherited The Milked Duck Ice Cream Shoppe in downtown Bliss from Great Aunt Agnes. After getting her degree in sociology and then bouncing around the country, waffling from job to job and one relative’s couch to another, she’d finally found where she fit: creating and serving happiness to the locals and the destination wedding tourists in Bliss.

— Jamie Farrell

What, was there something special in your ice cream?” he said like an ass.“Estrogen,” she said. “You might notice some swelling in your boobs and shrinkage in your package for a few days.

— Jamie Farrell

Wow. You really know how to make a woman happy..."" I have a night-eight percent success rate with always knowing what will make a woman happy," he said. Lindsey chuckled softly. "And how do you quantify that?"" Would you like to know," he said? Nat wanted to know.

— Jamie Farrell

You could make friends with a possessed unicorn, couldn’t you?”“Probably so. We both fart rainbows.

— Jamie Farrell