Shiloh Walker > Quotes

“I think part of me was born loving you.”
― Rip

“Damned planes. Too confining, too noisy—too fucking high in the air.”
― Shiloh Walker, Hunter's Need

“You can know who a person is simply by staring into their eyes.”
― Shiloh Walker, Broken

“Abby,” he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. “I love you.”

A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close.

As he bent around her, he whispered, “I’ve loved you so long, I can’t remember what it’s like to not love you. And I’ll go to my grave loving you. You’re my everything.”
― Shiloh Walker, Wrecked

“[Lena] “This is crazy, you know. How can you know me well enough to love me?”
“Lena.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I know what I need to know. I know that your laugh makes me want to smile, and I know that when you’re sad, it bothers me. I know I love to watch you, I know you blush when you realize I’ve been staring at you, even though it makes you smile, too.”
He combed a hand through her hair, angled her head, and brushed her mouth with his. “I may not know everything there is to know about you, Lena, but I do know I’d like to spend my life learning the things I don’t know.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her

“Important describes what I have to do by April 14. Important describes my license renewed, my bills paid, payroll... Abby. You're not important. You're everything.”
― Shiloh Walker, Wrecked

“She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of.”
― Shiloh Walker

“Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, “Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear.”
Hope snapped, “Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass.”
For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her

“So. Are you going to see him again?"
"Technically, I haven't seen him at all . . ." (Heroine is blind - LOL)”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her

“Put knowledge in the hands of stupid people, and it just made them more stupid.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her

“Things happen when they happen, not when you're ready for them.”
― Shiloh Walker

“Bad thing about fighters, though, too often they were forged in fire.”
― Shiloh Walker, Fragile

“Gripping, nonstop action and one hell of a heroine. [on Eve of Darkness ]”
― Shiloh Walker

“My name,” he muttered. He turned his head, pressed a kiss to her palm. “Say my name, damn it.”
Chuckling, she pulled his head close. “Taylor.” She said it against his lips. As she did that, she rolled her hips against him, squeezing down with her inner muscles so that she milked him in a teasing, taunting caress.
Oh, shit…
Little warning tingles were already shooting straight up his spine, but he gritted his teeth. No, damn it. He wasn’t going to lose it after thirty fucking seconds. Especially since he hadn’t told her yet.
But then she did it again, and again.
“I love you.” It came out a broken, harsh groan against her lips, the words he could no longer keep trapped inside. The words he had to share with her, now.”
― Shiloh Walker, The Departed

“Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. “Hot … fuck, yeah, you’re hot.”
Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name.
He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she’d been doing to him from the first time he’d laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You See Her

“She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn’t call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way.
Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her

“When she reached the button of his jeans, his hips jerked and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself and lose it the second she touched him. He hadn’t done anything like that in ages, not since high school, but Nia shattered his control like nothing else.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her

“My name. I have a name, and it’s not Red Dragon. I am more than just the priestess’s dragon. I am
Eilrah, a man who wants you,” he growled against her lips.
“But you aren’t a man. You only take this form when you feel like it,” she replied coolly, turning
her face aside.”
― Shiloh Walker, The Dragon’s Woman

“He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her against the bed. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back. “I missed ­you—fuck, why can’t I stop thinking about you?” he muttered, his voice low and harsh, demanding.”
― Shiloh Walker, The Departed

“He had the sexiest damn voice, Lena thought. Sexiest voice . . . and he was still staring at her, too.
She could tell, all but feel the warmth of his gaze. Feel it, almost like a ray of light traveling over her body, leaving seductive warmth in its wake.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her

“Her breathing ragged, her body went lax under his. “We’re not done,” he rasped, fisting a hand in her dark, short hair. Law greedily took her mouth as he started to ride her again—deep, hard. So damned hungry, so damned hungry …
If she’d had the breath, she might have told him to give her a minute.
But even if she had had the breath? He would have stolen it away again.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her

“I think I fell in love with you before I even knew you, before I even saw you,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life, and I’ve just been waiting to find you.”
― Shiloh Walker, Fragile

“He pushed up onto his heels and then pulled her up against him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other splayed wide over her back. His mouth came down on hers and right before he kissed her, he muttered, “Fuck, you’re going to drive me insane, I know it.”
Then his mouth crushed down onto hers. His taste was different—darker.
Her, she realized. He tasted of her.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You See Her

“[Lena] “You’re asking me on a date?”
From the corner of his eye, he could see the bartender listening and not pretending not to. The kid barely looked old enough to be out of college— hell, high school.
Tuning the kid out of his mind, he focused on Lena. “Yeah, I’m asking you on a date. At least, I’m trying to. It’s been awhile since I’ve asked a woman on a date, so maybe I’m doing it wrong.”
“Well, it’s been awhile since a guy asked me on a date, so maybe I’ve just forgotten how to recognize the clues.” That pretty, wide mouth curled up in a slow smile.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Hear Her

“Then he curled his tongue around her clit and Nia could have sworn she saw lights exploding. Her breath caught in her lungs, the muscles in her body went rigid. Nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to exist except for the way that man was teasing her closer and closer to climax, using his tongue in a way that was nothing short of diabolical.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her

“Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips.
Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast.
He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.”
― Shiloh Walker, The Departed

“The door opened and Keelie came out, still wearing the T-shirt she’d slept in. It was his and he was going to bronze it, or maybe sleep with that damn thing, because it would smell like her . . .
“Can I borrow the shirt?” she asked, tearing him out of his fantasy.
He blinked. “Ah. Yeah.” Okay. Keelie walking around wearing his shirt did something to his brain that just wasn’t conducive to conversation, but he managed a fairly normal smile as he picked up his coffee. “There’s coffee.”
Keelie gave him a grateful smile. “I need it.”
Her hands closed around the cup and she lifted it up to her lips.
He watched, practically mesmerized as she took a sip. A soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, escaped her.
His dick hardened.
How in the hell could she get him worked up just by drinking coffee?”
― Shiloh Walker, Razed

“Tipping her head, she stared into his tawny, hazel eyes, so intense, so burning-hot and all-consuming. Had she ever had a man look at her like that? Like she was all? Like she was everything? The center of his universe? Hell, screw the center … Law was looking at her like she was his universe.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You Know Her

“I want a couple of things clear,” he said quietly. “First…I think you’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful, and nothing changes that.” Laying his palm against her chest so that it covered one of the scars, he said, “This sure as hell doesn’t. Got it?”
― Shiloh Walker, Beautiful Scars

“Man, she loved the way Remy smelled. Male … warm. Expensive. Idly, she noticed the same scent was on her, now. It was the soap he used. She’d discovered that in the shower when she lathered up with it. The smell was borderline intoxicating on him, not so much on her. Absently, she stroked her hands up and down his sides.
“Hope, you’re making it very hard for me to have a conversation here.”
“Hmmm?” Tipping her head back, she glanced at him through her lashes, saw that he had a look on his face that was rapidly growing familiar.
That lovely blue was heated, his lashes low over his eyes. And she found herself wanting to push up on her toes and tug his head down close enough to kiss him.”
― Shiloh Walker, If You See Her