Lori Foster > Quotes

“Good grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?"
"Of course not."
"But he's..."
"He's sweet," Molly insisted.
Dare snorted. "He's still listening.”
― Lori Foster, When You Dare

“love means breaking all the rules”
― Lori Foster, Simon Says

“We have to figure this out, Jackson, so leash the lust.”
His chin went up as he stared down at her. “Woman, you ask the impossible.”
“Do it anyway!”
― Lori Foster, Savor the Danger

“Emotion choked her. “Since meeting you you’ve made me feel a lot of things. But not guilt. Not even when I kicked you.”
He smiled. “Glad to hear it. So what do you say we go check on your sister? I can almost picture her with her ear to the door.”
Through the door, Natalie said. “Damn right. Now bring my sister back out here.”
― Lori Foster, When You Dare

“Trace cursed. He actually wanted to hit something, but a tree would break his knuckles, he didn't want to put another dent in the truck, and Dare would hit back.”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“Trace asked Jackson, “Why the hell are you even here?”
Jackson looked far too uneasy for Trace’s peace of mind. “I know you didn’t want me here. I got the message loud and clear when you cut the call. Thing is, your little lady was damned insistent that I do something.”
“Like get stunned and tied up?”
“You try planning with a hellcat breathing fire in your ear, making demands, prodding you-“
“Priss?”
“She’s a terror. That name doesn’t suit her at all.”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“For writers: If you polish a book too much, it'll be flat and shiny and smooth--and not too interesting. It's the little pits and bumps and whatnot that show voice and make a book unique from all the other super shiny flat surfaces”
― Lori Foster

“He was used to being playful with women, teasing while keeping ultimate control. With Luna, he felt like a berserk marauder. He couldn't even spell control, much less utilize it.”
― Lori Foster, Say No To Joe? (Winston Brothers #5)

“Manners, boy. I'll beat them into you if I have to.”
― Lori Foster, Jude's Law

“I want to make a bet with you.”
Her interest perked up. “You do? About what?”
Already knowing it wouldn’t go over well, Spencer braced himself. “I bet you can’t go a month without cursing.”
Her chin tucked in, and her brows came down. “What does that have to do with anything?”
He had no idea, except that it annoying him to hear her be so coarse. “Go a month without cursing.” He hated himself, but he said, “Every time you slip, you owe me a kiss.”
― Lori Foster, A Perfect Storm

“You trust him, Trace, and you know it."
"With my back," Trace snapped. "Not with my sister.”
― Lori Foster, Savor the Danger

“Trace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself."

"Says the man with the black eye.”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“His jaw locked. "You don't know shit about me."

She put her hands at either side of his face and smiled with too much emotion. "You want to know what I think?"

For some reason, tension pulled at him. "Probably some idiotic romanticized nonsense." When her confidence didn't falter, he made a sound of disgust. "All right, go ahead and tell me."

"I think you're the one who doesn't know shit about you”
― Lori Foster, Causing Havoc

“Let me leave you my number. Anything comes up, or if anyone bothers you-"

"You're bothering me.”
― Lori Foster, Run the Risk

“His back to the room, Jackson said, "I need a Chris." Because Chris was gay, Dare choked and Trace laughed.”
― Lori Foster, Savor the Danger

“Hoping to soothe her, Joe said, "Whatever it is I'll get it. Just tell me."

"Tampons."

Joe stalled. Tampons. But she was only... well, fourteen. He had no idea when young ladies needed such things. He said, "Uh...'

"I know," she all but wailed. "I'm sorry. But there aren't any here, and you're already there."

"Yeah, of course." He glanced at Austin. "No problem at all, hon." He swallowed. "Any particular kind?"

...

Hell, he could kick ass on felons, play bodyguard and bounty hunter, so surely he could buy a stupid box of tampons.”
― Lori Foster, Say No To Joe? (Winston Brothers #5)

“Before she could finish that thought, Dare kissed her on the top of the head. "You're more fragile than you realize, Molly Alexander." He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. "Don't push yourself. I want you - that's not going to change. I can't say I won't kiss you, but how far and how fast we go is up to you.”
― Lori Foster, When You Dare

“Sounding hoarse, Dare whispered, "Tell me what you want."

The feel of his broad, strong hand against her left her quaking inside - in a good way. The tremble sounded in her tone as she tried to explain. "I want to be whole again. I want to be me, the person I was before I was taken to Tijuana."

Dare said nothing. Molly felt his hesitation, his indecision. God love the man, he didn't want to take advantage of her.

"I know what I want, Dare." She covered his hand with her own, pressed him closer. "I want to replace the bad memories with new ones. Better ones."

His hand curved around her, but he said nothing.

Watching his face, Molly whispered, "I want to do that now, with you.”
― Lori Foster, When You Dare

“When Alani started to speak, Jackson held up a finger. In the past five minutes, he'd had more mood swings than a menopausal woman. First turned-on, then territorial, bored, aggressive and now on alert.”
― Lori Foster, Savor the Danger

“But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic.”
― Lori Foster, The Secret Life Of Bryan

“That's a claim I can put to you, Bishop." Dare knew the slow show of his teeth looked like pure evil. "I have contacts in businesses that you can't even imagine. I have friends in high places, and better friends in low places. No matter what you do or where you crawl away to, I have ways of getting to you. Cross me, and I will obliterate you, Bishop, socially, financially and personally.”
― Lori Foster, When You Dare

“Spencer talked to Trace."

Aha! "That--"

"And Trace told Dare. But no one told me because you swore everyone to secrecy, and I have to tell you, that annoys the hell out of me."

-Jackson and Arizona”
― Lori Foster, A Perfect Storm

“Don't bitch about the clothes that you try on. Blush all you want--"
"What makes you think I'll blush?"
"If you don't, we won't take them.”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“Because Rowdy Yates was that and then some. He was also drop-dead gorgeous in a devilish, careless, edgy way. Where Reese tempered his sex appeal, Rowdy threw it out there without reserve, bludgeoning innocent bystanders with his raw magnetism.”
― Lori Foster, Bare It All

“Gathering her bags, Alani started around the side of her house to the front door.
She drew up short at the sight of Jackson sprawled on her porch steps, a cowboy hat on his head, mirrored sunglasses hiding his eyes.
He didn’t move, and neither did she.
He had an utterly relaxed look about him. But then, Jackson had perfected a deceptively indolent pose that hid razor-sharp reflexes and phenomenal speed.
Last night, all night, he’d been far from indolent.
Breathing fast, Alani studied him. His continued stillness suggested sleep. Even when she inched closer, he didn’t move.
He was now clean-shaven. A white T-shirt was pulled across his wide chest and shoulders, and hung looser around his taut abs.
Awareness stiffened her knees.
Memories of touching his body, tasting hit hot flesh, sent a tide of sensation through her veins. She swallowed audibly—and stared some more.
He sat with his long legs loose, one foot braced on a step, the other stretched out, his elbows back, his breathing deep and even.
Alani licked her lips and started to slowly, silently retreat.
“Don’t make me chase you, darlin’.”
Shock snapped her shoulders back. The big faker! He’d been watching her watch him. Teeth set, Alani asked, “What are you doing here?”
He gave a slow smile. “Whatever it takes . . .”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“As he gave a sleepy, growling groan, that hand disappeared under the sheet.

Arizona's lips parted, and her heartbeat tripped up. She cleared her throat. "Spencer?"

Freezing, without moving any other body part, he opened his eyes and met her gaze.

She frowned at him.

He didn't look super-startled, and he said nothing. He just started at her.

With his hand still under there.

"Yeah..." Semi-satisfied with his frozen reaction, she nodded at his lap. "You weren't going for a little tug, were you? Because as your spectator, I'd just as soon not see it."

-Arizona and Spencer”
― Lori Foster, A Perfect Storm

“Trace started to wave toward Matt, still with Priss wrapped around him, and she blurted, “I love you, Trace.”
That effectively drew him to a halt. His hands contracted on her backside. “What?”
“I love you.” Then she pointed at Chris, and to where Matt had disappeared. “They told me to fess up, so I am, and if you reject me, I swear I’ll drown them both.”
Very slowly, Trace’s expression changed from the heat of anger to a different type of heat. “Say it again.”
“Why?” She frowned at him with challenge. “Why don’t you say something first?”
“All right.” Sliding his hands up her back, over her shoulders, and into her wet hair, he kissed her. “You make me nuts, Priscilla.” He turned his head and kissed her again, a little longer this time. “You make me hot as hell, too.”
“I love you,” Priss reminded him, hoping it might prompt him to a more telling declaration.
His next kiss lasted long enough to take the chill off the lake, and Priss got so wrapped up in the taste of him that she almost forgot what she wanted to hear.
Chris didn’t. From the dock, he said, “If you’re going to keep her waiting like this, someone needs to finish putting sunscreen on her.”
Trace moved fast, grabbing for Chris’s ankle, but Chris jumped back out of reach.
Priss, feeling very affected by that kiss, nuzzled Trace’s neck and stroked his shoulders. He smelled delicious, felt even better. “Stop being a voyeur, Chris, and go away.”
Having joined Chris on the dock, Matt asked, “Does that mean I can stay?”
Trace lurched forward again, and Matt jumped back so quick he fell on his butt. “I’m going. I’m going!”
To bring Trace’s attention back to her, Priss bit him. Not a hard bite, but she felt the impression of her sharp teeth on that sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder.
Trace shuddered. “I love you, too.”
She licked the bite mark. “I’m so glad.”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“Willow appeared ready to choke her brother. "I have a mouth, rodent, so quit speaking for me."

Austin turned to Joe. "Rodent is a good insult, too, huh?"

"Sure, according to how you use it. Your sister says it to you with affection, but if you say it to some bully, then it'd sound hateful enough."

Austin chewed that over. "Okay." His brow scrunched up with suspicion. "But I don't think Willow meant it nice, either."

"No, I didn't"

Willow, Joe and Austin”
― Lori Foster, Say No To Joe? (Winston Brothers #5)

“Then what’s wrong?”
He couldn’t be that obtuse. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Ah, yeah, gotcha. Modesty issue, huh?” He drove in a deceptively relaxed way. “Look, yours isn’t the first tail I’ve ever seen, okay?”
Fury stole Priss’s breath. She reacted without thinking, slugging his hard in the shoulder.
“Ow!” He grabbed her wrist and tossed her hand back at her. “I was trying to comfort you, woman.”
“Comfort!” He couldn’t be serious. No man could be that dense. “You’re a . . . a Neanderthal!”
“Am not.”
Flattened by his careless attitude, Priss stared at him in disbelief. He was a gorgeous guy, but still a jerk. Shaggy blond hair, darker and more unkempt than Trace’s, piercing green eyes, a strong jaw and . . . she peeked at his naked chest . . . Built.
Her chin lifted. “Where in the world did they even find you?” It had to be under a rock. Or deep in a cave.
He glared at her. “They who?”
“Trace and Dare.”
Giving her a cautious frown, Jackson rubbed at one bloodshot, swollen eye. “That’s top secret.”
That’s top secret, she mouthed, making fun of him, lashing out in her embarrassment.
He went rigid with affront. “Goddamn it, woman, you blinded me, nutted me, and damn near clubbed me to death. Now you have to ridicule me, too?”
He dared to complain to her? “You snuck into my bathroom. You saw me naked!”
“Yeah.” His mouth twitched. He nodded just a little. “Yeah, I did.” As he turned on his headlights and pulled onto the street, he said in an aside, “Sorry ’bout that.”
He did not sound sorry, not in the least.
“Didn’t mean to stare.”
He’d been staring? She should kill him. She really shoulder. But . . . she might need him for protection. And Trace probably wouldn’t like it if she offed one of his operatives.
“Naked woman and all.” Jackson gestured lamely. “It’s instinct, ya know? Guy’s gotta look.”
― Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“She pulled a deck from a drawer and sat across from Tyler. "What would you like to play?" She looked at Tyler.

"Strip poker?"

Carlie started to rise, her mouth drawn in annoyance, but Tyler stopped her. He was laughing. "Okay, okay. Bad jest. Sorry."

She nodded grudgingly. "So. What should we play?"

With a twinkle in his eyes, he asked innocently, "Old maid?"

She threw the cards at him, then sat there glaring.

"Well, I suppose that decides it." He grinned wryly, a card sitting on top of his head, the rest scattered in his lap and on the floor. "Fifty-two pickup it is."

-Carlie and Tyler”
― Lori Foster, Impetuous