Tracy March > Quotes

“I'll have the Walk of Shame burrito.”
― Tracy March, The Practice Proposal

“...take what you can get, and next time make it better.”
― Tracy March, The Practice Proposal

“You'd be wise not to judge me based on one flaming wiener.”
― Tracy March, The Practice Proposal

“A rush of sensation pulsed through her, lingering long after his touch. The towel quickly fell free. He caught it before it slipped to the ground and slung it over his shoulder. “Consider this your first time,” he said, his tone low and sultry.

Good Lord... Paige could hardly blink. If this was any indication of the doc’s bedside manner, she could only hope for long-term, intensive treatment.”
― Tracy March, Tempted in the Tropics

“I say take what good you can get, and next time make it better,”
― Tracy March, The Practice Proposal

“Hopefully we'll be doing this forever, but we'll only have one first time.”
― Tracy March, Just Say Maybe

“Beneath the St. Lucian sun, with a wisp of a tropical breeze, he kissed her with all the pent-up desire that had built within him since he’d first laid eyes on her. She parted her satiny, supple lips and he deepened their kiss, each sweep of her tongue sending a new wave of pleasure pulsing through him.”
― Tracy March, Tempted in the Tropics

“When they reached the peak, he faced her, gathered her to him, and gazed into her amazing blue eyes. "You look beautiful," he said huskily, surprising himself with his tone. He swept his fingers along the top of her shoulder and cupped his hand on her neck, caressing her velvety earlobe with the pad of his thumb. "You put this awesome sunset to shame.”
― Tracy March, The Marriage Match

“He held a beautiful bouquet of mixed wildflowers and offered them to her. "They missed you." He brushed a kiss on her lips. "Just like me.”
― Tracy March, Just Say Maybe

“He of all people knew how negative thinking could sabotage things.”
― Tracy March, The Practice Proposal

“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?”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "You okay?"
She gave him a sidelong glance. "You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver.”
― Tracy March, Just Say Maybe

“Poor guy. Must be tough finding the right woman when you're a smoking-hot, super rich resort tycoon.”
― Tracy March, The Marriage Match

“You make me believe that things I’d given up on a possible.”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“Ellie swallowed hard, heat rising in her face. Within hours, she and Collin had gone from kissing in the rain to nearly strangers.
What changed?”
― Tracy March, Could've Said Yes

“Let's start with ice cream and go from there."
"You're gonna love it." Holly nodded. "All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you've ever heard of."
Clearly she'd forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. "Like what?"
"Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig....blueberry pie... marshmallow peach... salted caramel chocolate chunk...”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“You busy?" she asked.
He gave her a crooked grin, "Right now I'd say I'm completely engaged."
She smiled demurely. "But I want to take you to my secret place."
Bryce loosened his grip on her, giving her a full view of the quizzical, playful look on his face. "Is that a come-on? Because I'm way past ready to go to your secret place.”
― Tracy March, Just Say Maybe

“I’m scared as hell to fall for you… But I’m more terrified to let you go.”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“Twining his fingers through her ponytail, he cradled the back of her head, seducing her nearly senseless with a single kiss - on a mountainside covered in wildflowers, under the summer sun and an endless sky.”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“How can it hurt so much to love someone?”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“Man.
Motorcyle.
Mountains.”
― Tracy March, Could've Said Yes

“He smoothed his fingers along her jawline and lifted her chin, kissing her gently, testing.
Lindsey went light-headed with the rush of sensation, the touch of his lips leaving her longing for more. Clutching his shirt in her fingers - napkin and all - she pulled him closer, melting into his kiss. Carden took it from tentative to tender, then parted her lips with the velvety sweep of his tongue. She matched his languid rhythm, hypnotized. He was all chocolate and caramel, creamy cool and sweet.
'Sinfully delicious'.
No doubt he was 31 flavors of trouble, but resisting him seemed impossible.”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“Lindsey looked at him coyly "Grilling is your specialty?" She shook her head. "You really had me fooled."
He set the platter on the island, joined her near the sprawling sectional sofa in the living area, and took her in his arms. She'd never get tired of that feeling.
"Had you fooled how?" he asked.
"I thought kissing was your specialty."
Carden captivated her with his sultry gave. "Grilling... Kissing..." He brushed his lips over hers, teasingly light and feathery. "Take your pick, darlin;," he said in a low whisper, pulling her closer....
"Stay tuned," he said with a rasp in his voice. "I've got a couple other specialties, too.”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“Welcome to Thistle Bend
Wildflower Capital of Colorado”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“You sing?” she asked.
“Mostly in the shower.”
“Then I should’ve had my ear to the bathroom door when you were in there.”
He pinched the beads at the end of the tie on her blouse, and rolled them between his fingertips. “You should’ve been in there with me.”
― Tracy March, Could've Said Yes

“Hey there,” she said, her blue eyes shimmering.
Collin swallowed hard, and took her in his arms, cradling her head against his chest. “Hey, yourself,” he murmured into her hair, and kissed her head. He held her there for as long as he could without it becoming awkward, then gripped her shoulders and stepped back.”
― Tracy March, Could've Said Yes

“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.”
― Tracy March, Should've Said No

“All the Queen had to do was show up. Cyn and the rest of the staff at Hawthorne Manor had to worry about the rest.
No pressure there, considering how exacting the Queen was about every detail down to the volume of the bumblebees' buzzing.”
― Tracy March, The Marriage Match

“The soles of Cynthia Sawyer's shoes squeaked on the damp flagstone walkway that meandered through Hawthorne Manor's formal gardens. Hazy rays of sun kissed the sprint morning dew, glistening on the early-blooming flowers and foliage soon to blossom into a Southern Living-worthy wonderland. Perfect for tiny Maple Creek, Maryland's annual garden party - the most exciting event of the season, especially for the quirky retirees. Last year, crazy old Mrs. Osworth got lost in the winding boxwood maze and called 911 to get "one of those strong young firemen" to come rescue her. She'd said she felt faint, and claimed she'd need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation the moment they showed up.”
― Tracy March, The Marriage Match

“A surprise isn't a surprise if you blow it ahead of time."
She shook her head. "That sounds a lot like 'a wish won't come true unless you say it out loud.'" The words were out of her mouth before she could bit them back. The last thing she needed was for either of them to be thinking about their real-life kiss in this land of make-believe.
With a hint of a grin, Trent lifted her chin with his fingers and smoothed the pad of his thumb across her lips. "And look how well that worked out for me."
Cyn's heart surged, her pulse rushing like the water over the falls. Was he going to kiss her again?
Trent pulled her close, anchoring her against him on the slippery rocks. He threaded his fingers through her hair, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her lightly, tentatively. Cyn tensed a moment, then relaxed as she gave in and pressed her palms to his pecs, grasping handfuls of firm muscle.
The camera was rolling, after all, but it wouldn't capture the sparks firing through her. She'd replayed the wish-upon-a-star kiss in her mind so many times, thinking how incredible it was with Trent - that elusive chemistry she hadn't found with anyone else. But as the weeks had passed, she'd wondered if she imagined it. This kiss made her believe that she hadn't. The softness of his lips. The sensual sweep of his tongue. The pressure of his hand at the small of her back. His skin was warm and wet against hers. She was nearly dizzy with sensation as he trailed light kisses along her jawline and whispered in her ear. "Even better than last time.”
― Tracy March, The Marriage Match