Small Town Quotes

Reece?" she asked softly."Hmmm?""Kiss me."And he did. There wasn't even a possibility of saying no.

I’m scared as hell to fall for you… But I’m more terrified to let you go.

You make me believe that things I’d given up on a possible.

Lindsey imagined him looking like a model in his business clothes, shopping for toilet parts for her. Perfect. What girl wouldn't want a smokin' hot guy associating her with toilet parts?

I prefer doing over watching.

There was no substitute for a post-coital cuddle.

We've been given a second chance. How many people can say that?

Two old women described as "Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun" were bound to have something curious to contribute.

He cleared his throat. "I did get carried away with you. Couldn't help myself. And when I said it wouldn't happen again..." He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. "I hope I lied.

I'm scared as hell to fall for you." He loosened his embrace, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. "But I'm more terrified to let you go.

How can it hurt so much to love someone?

I can taste sunshine and hope on his tongue. I want this kiss, this taste, to last forever.

How devastating to find 'the one' and not be 'their one.

Something tells me that Alex has some demons and I can tell you from experience that those suckers don't go down easy.

A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.

Regret isn't real, " Tuck said. "It's something invented to punish ourselves.

He wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted everything to do with her.

I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you?”"Yes.""Plan on one minute in heaven, Honor." A split second later his lips were on hers.

Give me a few minutes, " he said, sounding tired but happy, "before I make good on my promises."She circled his nipple with her finger. "That's a pretty short recovery time.""You inspire me.

I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake." He moved even closer, close enough to see her pulse jump at the base of her neck. "I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.

For the record, you would've been my first one night stand.

I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you?

You're gonna have to hold on tight, because this rodeo is just getting started.

I must say, cowboy, I'm impressed. I was worried you could only handle eight seconds at a time.

You want a wild ride, J.J.? I'll give it to you, hard and slow until you scream my name.

I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.He kissed her.

How old are you?”“Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

...the villagers had decided that 'practical' meant 'extremely magical and full of interesting objects' and had officially subtitled themselves, Winesap: A Pracktical Towne.

Alice wondered if her mother was aware that she wasn’t the only one in town who’d come down with a bad case of Blueberry Fever.

Vidalia, open those eyes and look at me. As with all things, we do this together, Darlin'.

Well sue me for staring. I'd be willing to scrub away my shame on his washboard abs.

You're kind of... distracting.Am I?Yes. In the best way.

Can dimples wink? Because I felt like his just did.

I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.

You are no star, Gabby. You're the sky. The rest of us are just circling your orbit.

He rocked her against him. "No idea what I'm going to do with you." She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good.

If I was going to spend the next day in jail for obstruction of justice, I'd better get a good nights sleep.

The real core of this book is about the open secrets that can fester in a community until an outsider raises questions.

If looks could kill, she’d be a dead woman.

It’s a small-town rule: Never speak ill of the dead until the estate has paid the outstanding bills.

A girl had to do what a girl had to do and it looked as if this girl’s immediate future included chicken Caesar salad, chocolate cake, and Cary Grant.

Murder was apparently too common-place in the big city to attract much notice. Poor Luther, thought Lucy, as she headed back to the hotel. Even in death he was only a big fish in a small pond.

Lucy had no complaints about her dinner. Anything was fine with her as long as she didn’t have to cook it.

We all have our handicaps. You're not mine.

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

She was thinking of doing a little Cuervo therapy.

Where everyone knows your name, and a safe place to raise a family.

This is a small town, so everyone talks. Ironic, isn't it—so few people, so many opinions?

Knowledge is currency here....