His eyes are a hazy swirl of gray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm

— Elle Kennedy

How's this for honesty?" Luke said abruptly. "I want you..." "I don't have sex with men I've just met," she murmured. He rested his hands on her hips, the warmth of his touch searing her flesh. "Would you consider making an exception?

— Elle Kennedy

I broke up with her to avoid getting into a serious relationship with her, and now it

— Elle Kennedy

I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How did he look at me?” Allie asks warily. “Like you were his entire world.” She frowns. “And that’s a bad thing?” “Damn right it is. Nobody should ever be someone else’s entire world. That’s not healthy, AJ. If your whole life is centered on one thing—one person—what are you going to be left with if that person goes away? Absolutely nothing.” He gruffly reiterates, “Not healthy.

— Elle Kennedy

I don't want you to think about anyone in your past. No now, not ever again. You deserved a hell of a lot more than any of those bastards gave you." "If it helps," she said with a faint smile, "I killed most of them.

— Elle Kennedy

I happen to be a fantastic kisser. Sadly, you will never get to find out.”“Never say never,” he answers in a singsong voice.“Thanks for that, Justin Bieber. But yeah, not going to happen, dude.

— Elle Kennedy

I hate phones," he grumbled into her neck. "Seriously, I want to go back in time and murder Alexander Graham Bell." He sat up with a groan. "Or was it Edison who invented the phone? I can never remember." She had to laugh. "I'm pretty sure it was Bell.

— Elle Kennedy

Isabel, do you really think I'd sleep with someone who..." He trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward. "Someone who what?" Trevor let out a ragged breath. "Who isn't you." Her mouth formed a cute little O. "You are the one I want," he reiterated.

— Elle Kennedy

Is he always like this?" she said irritably. "Flying by the seat of his pants?"" Pretty much, yeah." Oliver grinned. "He's not a planner. But he happens to be the best improviser I've ever known.

— Elle Kennedy

Is this seat taken?" The deep, gravelly voice jolted Noelle from her bloodthirsty thoughts. When she laid eyes on the man it belonged to her breath caught in her throat. She blinked, wondering if maybe she'd dreamed him, but then he flashed her a captivating grin, and she realized that he must be real - her mind wasn't capable of conjuring up a smile this heart-stopping gorgeous. A pair of vivid blue eyes watched her expectantly as she searched for her voice. "There are lots of other seats available," she finally replied, gesturing to the deserted tables all around them. He shrugged. "I don't want to sit anywhere but here." She moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Why?" "Because none of those other seats are across from you," he said simply.

— Elle Kennedy