Bybee Quotes

If you want an answer, you’ll have to risk the question.

What's under the kilt?" His smile teased. "Need.

Never Give Up!

When you hold your baby for the first time. All the pain in your life disappears. You’ll sacrifice many things for your children, your family. It’s hard to watch them make the wrong decisions.

Sometimes the journey is the destination.

Women are emotional creatures.

Sometimes family isn’t about the people you’re born to, but those who care enough about you to support you . . . or pull a few favors to help right a wrong for someone you know.

I’d enjoy a good book before watching a movie.

But shit happens. Go with the flow and all that. Life happens whether you want it to or not.

Private security is a license to stalk.

Traumatic times in one’s life often led to a sixth sense about things.

Kissing will be the easy part,” he said over her opened lips. “Pulling back will prove much harder.

People never think something will happen to them until it does.

Money brings people, not friends,” he said.

Oh, yeah… she knew what love was when she saw it. Eliza saw it every day in the eyes of her husband.

He gasped. “Jesus, Jessie, aren’t you listening to me? I love you more than roaches love sticky buns.

Apologies are only words until they are backed up with actions.

Silence came in two categories, quiet and painful, or quiet and comfortable.

It's when that fear goes away that you know you've found the right person to risk everything for.

Entre sus brazos, mientras él le cubría de besos los labios, el cuello y el mentón, ella pensó que el mundo no era un sitio tan malo.

Finding the right person to spend forever with shouldn’t be easy. When things come easily, the relationship ends up being temporary.

It’s when that fear goes away that you know you’ve found the right person to risk everything for.

I think an artist might feel the same way when they place a brush to a canvas.” She looked down at the design. “Even if the end result isn’t beautiful for anyone but the artist, the journey is worth the effort.

Do you want my advice?” Patrick asked. “God, please.” She had no idea which way to turn. “Wait. Irrational decisions are rarely the right ones. Take a few days to digest this information before you do anything.

She wanted to kill her, hold her . . . strangle her . . . scold her . . . love her to death. Good night, parenting was a bipolar disorder.

Finding the right person to spend forever with shouldn’t be easy. When things come easily, the relationship ends up being temporary.” “Like

Friends call to say hi. Family call when they need something.

Running sucked. Who willingly put on shorts, a sports bra, and jogged around the block?

Que sepas cómo manipularme tan fácilmente es, sin lugar a dudas, lo más horrible de todo.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Love is grand, but divorce is a hundred grand.

Do it right or don't do it at all.

Amber leaned into Gavin. Could it be that simple? Could love be the glue that keeps us on the path of righteousness? “Love is always the answer.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other. Hunter was about to assure the man that Gabi was safe with him, when his temporary brother-in-law delivered a threat Hunter hadn’t seen coming. “If you hurt her . . . one hair . . . I will kill you.” Kill? Not, come after you . . . make you regret it . . . but kill? “Don’t you have a new wife that would be disappointed if you landed in jail for murder?” “My wife would be standing in line to finish the job should I fail,” Masini told him. “And she’s an excellent shot.

It’s hard to keep kids from leaving small towns when they’re old enough to move on.” “Unless family is holding them back.

I’m short, in case you haven’t noticed. I need heels to see how the rest of you live.

Life was a series of chapters, and this one would end in style if he had any say in the matter.

You can take a Lady out of the castle, but not the castle out of the Lady.

body weakening, my will to live with the world crushing

Friends are people you choose, and family are people you’re stuck with . . .

When was the last time he’d held a conversation with a woman about the motivations of men?

Margaret laughed . . . a full-throat chuckle

¿Cómo iba a mantenerse alejada de su cama si insistían en jugar a la ruleta rusa?.

Las palabras tenían sentido, pero su corazón se negaba a escuchar.

Lighten up!

They can do without me, but I can’t do without you.

Valentino Masini wasn’t a small man. He wore a suit, ruffled and worn after what must have been a lightning flight across the country. His dark eyes held a death stare that would intimidate most.

—Te perdono. Él empezó a sonreír, pero Samantha sacudió lentamente la cabeza. —Blake, espera. No puedo seguir con esto. Creí que sería capaz de jugar a las casitas, de jugar a ser tu esposa e irme cuando el año terminara, pero no puedo. —Pero... —No, espera —lo interrumpió—. Ya sé que tú no querías que los sentimientos se inmiscuyeran en esto, pero no he podido evitar enamorarme de ti, como no puedo evitar respirar y sobrevivir.

The school of life and studying people is something I’ve done since birth. Every character I create in a book is real in my head. They have a family, a history, and something that drives them to do the things they do within the pages of fiction.

Esta vez Blake fue incapaz de contenerse y en sus labios asomó una sonrisa que rápidamente pasó también a sus hermosos ojos grises. —¿Me quieres? —le susurró. —Por eso tenemos que poner fin a esto cuanto antes —respondió ella. Blake cerró los ojos y, sin dejar de negar con la cabeza, dejó escapar una exclamación de sorpresa. —¿Qué? —Ya es suficientemente duro estar embarazada. Este dolor en el pecho, esta sensación de no saber si vas a dar por buena la fecha de finalización de nuestro contrato de matrimonio, es algo con lo que no puedo vivir. —Mirarle, incluso en aquellos momentos tan duros, era suficiente para que se le partiera el corazón. ¿Cómo podía pasar los ocho meses siguientes pensando que en cualquier momento podía pedirle que se marchara? —¿Me has oído cuando te he dicho que te quiero? —Sí,pero... Blake le cubrió los labios con un dedo para hacerla callar. —Te quiero, Samantha Harrison, y si estás esperando a que te pida que salgas de mi vida, será mejor que te pongas cómoda porque vas a esperar mucho tiempo.

Blake didn’t even question why her jeans and shirt were dumped in the garbage can at the hotel. He simply noticed the outfit there and offered a laugh. Whatever! She shouldn’t have brought it to begin with; then she wouldn’t have been wearing it when Linda made her appearance.

Hey, California,” he said on the phone, his voice sleepy. “Did you just get home?” “I forgot how annoying commercial flights are.” “Slumming with the rest of us?” Monica joked. “It’s a pain when I know there’s a better way. Besides, I don’t like someone else driving.” “Control freak.” “Look who’s talking.

conventions hosted by the Miami Morrison. The question was, what convention was Laker Girl attending? Walt had arrived at the hotel earlier in the day to find massive banners and the entire second floor of the conference hall filling up with pictures of half-naked men and women embracing. At first, he thought the competing conference had something to do with adult film. When he asked, he was told a writers convention was dominating the hotel for the weekend. By comparison, the number of people at the conference he was attending was a drop of water in the ocean. Soon the hotel would be filled with writers, readers, publishers, and agents. The genre of choice . . . romance. Books written with nothing but happily-ever-after in mind.

If only it were that easy. “I think you’re into us more than I am. I wish I felt more, but I don’t.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re breaking up with me.” Monica sat on her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not ready for a committed relationship. I don’t even have a pet.” “Is there someone else?” “No. Of course not. I don’t want to lead you on. Make you think I want something deeper when I don’t.” He had to understand that… right? “I

Monica nudged her husband’s shoulder. “On-time flights are easier when you’re behind the controls.” Trent Fairchild and his two brothers owned and operated Fairchild Charters. A private air charter company with a fleet of jets, big and small, not to mention more helicopters than one could count, which was why they were attending the conference of International Emergency Medicine . . . a conference where professionals worked to improve the emergency response to natural disasters all over the world. “Is Glen with you?” Glen was Trent’s brother and liaison to the fixed-wing portion of air travel for the sick and injured.

jaws

You keep some secrets so long that saying them out loud breathes new life into old haunts.

only, talking about the people and laying bets on other people’s behaviors. And Rachel stopped fidgeting. Twice Jason found his hand covering hers, and once he looked down to see her hand on top of his. Once in Manhattan, she followed close behind as they switched trains. He pointed out the trains that went uptown and which ones went downtown. They stood facing each other and holding on to a pole. A couple of times, he held on to her when the train took off or came to a stop. Unlike the first leg, this time she jumped right into talking about anything and everything. When he led her from the subway and onto the snowy streets of Manhattan, she was chatting like she always did. She glanced at her watch. “I still have twenty

dedicated to you. You bring up names of hometown friends, people who you see all the time, and I have to search the yearbook to remember. You were definitely Most Likely to Never Leave town. Your mammoth success in your chosen career came as no surprise to me since you were always determined to do so much more with your life despite the pitfalls that were placed in your path. Your kindness and loving

Well, this was going to be a load of shits and giggles.

Well, hell, how did she know we’d be here?” If there was one woman Jack never wished to see again, it was probably Heather. As she swayed her hips while walking in his direction, Jack knew he wasn’t going to get his wish.

butter in ten years,” Gerald added. “I

quite know them, was a physical ache. It didn’t help that she looked

a pair of clean pajamas and tucked her into bed. “Do

Meg thought of the potted marijuana plants and the drying racks her parents used even before it was legal. “She dried her own herbs.” Mrs.

You deserve the world, if only I could give it to you.” She

There was a lot to be learned about a person by their reading material. “You’ve

The sheer anguish in her heart at being let down once again swam like a sea of sludge in her veins. She

Life’s choices are what make us better or let us sit in the past and never grow.” “I

They both laughed at the image that swam between them like a cloud.

and strong. Hunter left the bed for the two seconds it took to shed his pants. He tossed his wallet on the nightstand and returned in only his boxers. He ran his hands over her breasts, cupped them before moving to the back to unclasp her bra. “Christmas and birthdays,” he mumbled as he tossed her clothing away. Her breasts were heavy in need of his touch. She didn’t have to ask. Hunter replaced his hands with his mouth. Had she ever felt so completely ready to accept a man into her body? Was there a time she felt this cherished? Cherished was probably the wrong word, but it was the only one that continued

He’s Just Not That into You?

They didn’t judge her with condescending eyes, they understood her with loving hearts. They lifted her up and gave her the courage to take an active step forward in her life.

the

this

The pace was killing her. Like right after her father’s stroke, she had a hard time finding any balance in her life, she was right back on the hamster wheel, and every opportunity to jump off the damn thing was met with an obstacle that only moved the momentum higher.

It isn’t for you to understand. You either support me and my decisions or you don’t.

Things happen for a reason. I believe that. Even the hard things that want to destroy us.

ripped

sex

wondered

before he kissed her.

why not? We knew

plate away and stood. Gabi took her coffee, grabbed a throw from the back of the couch as she made her way outside. She opened the French doors that spilled onto a deep, covered patio. A double chaise sat on one end and looked out over the backyard. The gray skies and moist drizzle matched her mood and offered the perfect quiet to reflect on her life. At

Ziemba…

any

lush. If one of

Monica grabbed her Kindle Fire

Detective Raskin is working with the Internet department to back up the files for their use. Shouldn’t be but a couple more days.

I’m sure it will work out.” Gwen was sure of no such thing…but if there was one thing she had learned after living in the States for nearly a year it was that Americans were wonderful at saying things they didn’t mean. To be fair, the British were, too.

if you don’t know what you’re doing or have no idea how you managed to get where you are . . . fake it.

I’m relieved.” Ryder leveled his eyes with Michael. “I can’t live here . . . like this anymore.” Not the reaction Michael expected. “Your job?” “It’s almost summer. I’m out. I’ll find another job.” The words were easy to digest, but he didn’t believe them. “You love Utah.” “Love is a strong word. I’m used to Utah. I didn’t leave when I was eighteen. Most of you did, even if only for a little while.” Ryder refilled both their glasses and moved to the couch. Michael followed. “Do you know how many states gay marriage is legal?” “Twenty.” The answer came easy. If there was one thing easy to support and follow, it was any topic related to homosexuals. “Twenty. At least eleven more have appeals in the courts to add those states to the mix, Utah included.” Ryder set his glass aside and took Michael’s hand. “It’s going to take small towns like this forever to catch up even after it’s legalized. I don’t want to wait for them. I want to live, Mike.” This was that moment Michael knew was coming. Truth.

He was surprised at how many people put absolutely every piece of information about their lives on their pages. Phone numbers, addresses, where they partied every Friday night, who they had sex with and the when and where of it.

Dakota laughed. “I’ve come a long way from the six-page synopsis.” Or as she more frequently called it, suck-nopsis. An emotionless outline of a proposed book that often veered off course during the writing process. Every writer she knew dreaded writing the things.

Everything you ever wanted to know about anything is on the Internet, all you have to do is know where to look.

An occupation. Supporting yourself is empowering.

He walked with more confidence than a tomcat in a dark alley in Brooklyn, charmed everyone he met with only a smile, and oozed sex appeal like syrup dripping off a double stack of pancakes.

Dakota’s gaze met her luggage, which was strewn, panties and all, across the sidewalk with more than one dog sniffing the contents. Now that has to go in a book.

Margaret unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse until the creamy expanse of her breasts met the warm Italian air. “What are you doing?” “Stacking the deck,” she said before applying a fresh layer of lip gloss. She teased her hair and blew Val a kiss.

Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school,