Jennifer Bernard > Quotes

“You’re a sandwich short of a picnic, mate.”
― Jennifer Bernard, How to Tame a Wild Fireman

“When things got tough, Sabina, like any normal, red-blooded American woman, turned up the volume.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Sex and the Single Fireman

“When I love, I love hard. You’re stuck with me for good. In your news report, you didn’t say what happened at the end of the bumpy ride. You didn’t say what it takes to break the curse. But I know. True Love. the kind that doesn’t go away because of a few disasters along the way. I love you, Melissa.”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fireman Who Loved Me

“What a grand joke the world was. You spend years fretting and plotting, only to find, in the end, that everything was going to be just fine, with or without you.”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fireman Who Loved Me

“I’m taking you out before your ERA looks like a Texas heat wave. Let’s talk after the game.”
― Jennifer Bernard, All of Me

“The natives are getting restless. And since it’s Texas, they’re probably armed.”
― Jennifer Bernard, All of Me

“Rescuing damsels in distress is right up our alley. We’re supposed to rescue at least one a week.”
― Jennifer Bernard, One Fine Fireman

“I never should have come back to Jupiter Point. I've ruined everything for Evie."

"That's not true," Suzanne said impatiently. "My cousin's a lot happier since you got here. Regular sex will do that for you."

Josh snorted coffee though his nose, then clapped a hand to his face with a moan of agony. "You should really warn a guy before tossing the word'sex' out there."

"Sorry, big guy. I'll be more careful with your delicate sensibilities from now on," Suzanne teased.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“better”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fling

“eyes glimmered with every passing beam from a headlight. She was only a few years younger than him, but she had a level-headedness that he respected.”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fling

“How long do you have to stay and socialize?"

"Well, I still have to butter up the president of the Jupiter Point Business Coalition."

"I do hope you mean literally."

His eyes darkened with desire and he pulled her tighter against him. "As you wish, milady.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“Agent Foster scribbled”
― Jennifer Bernard, Coming In Hot

“It couldn’t be good that Megan’s passengers were singing the theme song from Gilligan’s Island—“a tale of a fateful trip.” Or that two of them were snoring loudly. Halfway back to Lost Harbor and they still hadn’t sighted anything for the tourists to write home about. She’d better come up with something fast, or her online reviews were going to be brutal.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Mine Until Moonrise

“Too bad about that Caspian tern,” and “Where’s the nearest restroom?” She was in the midst of pointing it out when Lucas Holt strode past. He’d shucked his waders and wore work pants tucked into rubber boots, along with an obviously hand-knit sweater the color of smoke. It smelled like smoke, too—like wood smoke curling through crystal clear air on a winter’s night. She had a quick image of him kneeling next to a campfire, blowing on the flames, while she snuggled under a blanket to keep warm. She shook it off. It was just a fantasy, because she and Lucas Holt would never find themselves camping together, anywhere. She’d rather run into Lost Souls Wilderness across the bay and take her chances with the bears. Usually Lucas ignored her and her passengers. They weren’t his speed; they didn’t bring coolers of beer on the boat or boast about the size of their last catch. But this time he paused and cast a charming smile across her little crew of elderly naturalists. “Sorry about the close call out there. I’m training a new guy. He still has a few things to learn. I hope no one got wet because of that bonehead move.” Lucas had dark hair and dark stubble and dark eyes and no wonder she secretly called him Lucifer. But he was good-looking; she had to admit that. Not that it mattered. Character was what counted. Not looks. “You’re seriously going to blame your crew?” she asked. A hint of irritation crossed his face. She hated the way he always looked at her—as if she was a frivolous birdbrain hippie chick. She had part of a PhD, for pete’s sake. But that seemed to mean nothing to him, even though she’d mentioned it more than once. “Just explaining what happened. He got a little carried away. He won’t do it again.” “I hope not because I have witnesses. And I’d really prefer not to go the harbormaster again.” His dark eyebrows quirked together. “On the one hand, I doubt that’s true, because I’m sure it gives you a special kind of joy to report on me. On the other hand, maybe it is true because I hear it didn’t go so well the last time.” She gritted her teeth together. Unfortunately, he had a point. After her third trip to the harbormaster’s office, she’d decided there had to be better ways to handle her feud with Lucas. Sadly, she hadn’t figured them out yet. “I am not easily deterred,” she said stoutly. “Especially when it comes to Ruby’s safety.” Lucas smiled down at Ruby, who glowed back at him. Darn him. That smile changed things in an unfortunate way. If he ever smiled at her like that… She sighed. Luckily, there was no chance of such a thing.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Mine Until Moonrise

“It was practically his duty as a first responder to take her to bed.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“because anyone could”
― Jennifer Bernard, Sweater Weather: 4 Romances to Keep You Warm

“Fine. But I estimate you have about a twenty-one percent chance of making a profit.” “Really? That actually gives me hope, Dev. Thanks. I figured it was more like negative five percent.” “That might be more accurate,” he admitted. She hated to say it, but Dev was probably right. Her main problem was that the cost of fuel kept rising. Or maybe it was that boat repairs were expensive and the Forget Me Not had more leaks than a salad spinner. Or that she couldn’t steer a boat and be a guide at the same time, and therefore had to hire Captain Kid. Or that she couldn’t afford her own office and therefore had to rent a virtual closet in the back of the Jack Hammer Fishing Charters office. The receptionist, Carla, only answered the Forget Me Not Nature Tours phone line when she wasn’t busy. Plenty of potential bookings went straight to voicemail. Or maybe her biggest problem was that her”
― Jennifer Bernard, Mine Until Moonrise

“prescient. A river of water cascaded down the hillside behind the stately”
― Jennifer Bernard, Hot Pursuit

“her skin nearly transparent, as if her body was halfway to heaven already, with only her fierce, eaglelike gaze left behind.”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fireman Who Loved Me

“drive. He settled back in the passenger seat and pulled out his phone to text Emmaline. You up? God, that sounded like a booty call. Is this a booty call? She texted back. Called that one. No. Just a weird night. Darn. I was hoping for my first booty call to go with my first fling. Already a smile was hovering at”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fling

“Suddenly energized, she jumped to her feet and bounced up and down on the couch. Clean clothes went flying off the pile. Maybe she should feel bad because she'd just seen what a huge flaw she'd uncovered in herself. But she didn't.

She felt free and alive. Up to now, she hadn't really been living. Not fully and completely. That had to change. Immediately.

"What are you doing? I'm hearing weird sounds."

"I'm pulling a Tom Cruise. And I;m also waving a bra around. HUnter, this is amazing? YOu've changed everything. We should have talked like this long ago."

"You're freaking me out, sis. Do I need to call someone?”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“Sean swung around and crossed the hall in one long stride. He pushed open the door and they moved into her bedroom, lit only by the warm glow of her bedside lamp. The next thing Evie knew, she was flat on her back on her king-size bed with a fierce-eyed warrior braced over her. "Your're not wearing any underwear, are you?"

She giggled. "There's only one way to find out for sure."

"Don't have to ask me twice." He pushed the hem of her dress up her thighs. Instant heat rushed to her sex. It was those damn hands of his, their size and power and gentleness. They made her melt just by landing on her body.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“Sean lay back and listened, watching her with a smile playing over his mouth.

"it's a really good thing I don't have self-esteem issues," he told her when her spasms of hilarity started to die down. "Also, it's a good thing I hear your sex sound first, You have no grounds to ridicule me, woman.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“Emily Dickinson’s words filled the chapel. “ ‘Hope is the thing with feathers”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fireman Who Loved Me

“My goodness, they were like hand grenades of testosterone rolling in the door, sucking all the air out of the room.”
― Jennifer Bernard, One Fine Fireman

“jumped in the car and tried to take the wheel. But it was his fault to start with. That’s probably why Gault paid all the bills. No wonder Conor ditched me after that summer. He didn’t want to be reminded of his guilty conscience.” “What?” Conor exploded, and Carly reached over to grab the wheel before he drove off the road. He shook her off. “That’s a bunch of fucking lies. I wasn’t in the car. That’s what Brad told Gault? And he believed it?” “If Brad’s right, I suppose he did, and that’s why he set up that fund. Maybe he felt responsible? I have no idea. I never heard him say anything about the accident. Did you talk to him about it?” “No. I was ashamed. But not because I was in the car. I wish I had been because I would have stopped him. But I wasn’t.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles looked like exposed bone.”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fling

“couldn’t be good that Megan’s passengers were singing the theme song from Gilligan’s Island—“a tale of a fateful trip.” Or that two of them were snoring loudly.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Mine Until Moonrise

“They were just passing Bird Rock,”
― Jennifer Bernard, Mine Until Moonrise

“What’s the point of studying spelling when everyone’s got spell-check?”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Night Belongs to Fireman

“that’s because they’re kind people.” “You know them?” She looked surprised. The door of the Caddy opened and the tall figure of Thomas emerged and strolled toward them. “I’ve been spending some time with Henry.”
― Jennifer Bernard, The Fling