Hot In Chicago Quotes

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Falling is easy. Staying that way is hard. But I’ve been choosing hard all my life, so why the hell would the life I make with the woman who completes me be any different? I love you like a madman. You’re the air I breathe, my next heartbeat, and I’m never letting go.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Watching him walk over, Alex mused that Eli Cooper was the sort of man who knew how to use his physicality. Beneath his handmade shirts and tailored suits, a street fighter hummed through every loose-limbed motion. But that impression did not extend to his face, which was structurally perfect. Skyscraper-high cheekbones. Superhero jaw. A mouth that should have a government warning. There were no signs of past trouble with a jealous husband or an abandoned girlfriend. No one had ever broken his nose. No one had busted his lip.

Strange, because her first instinct on seeing him was to roundhouse kick him into the next millennium.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he’d perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him—just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased with his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking that last nudge of acceptance as if it was his God-given right.

She parted her lips, and like a predator hinged on her threshold, he took.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“Wyatt Fox. It suited him. Clean, masculine, not a syllable wasted. Like James Bond, if 007 included cowboy-marine-firefighter in his stable of personae.
Fox.

Wyatt Fox. License to thrill—and send your panties plummeting.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“They’re a slow-moving lot, reporters. Slothlike. Weighed down by all that righteous indignation about the freedom of the press and the public’s right to know, not to mention the liquid lunches they see as their constant due. Go out now and you’re playing right into their grasping, ink-stained hands.” He cocked an ear to the door. “I’m doing my best to protect your reputation here. It wouldn’t do to have a serving wench caught in a compromising position with the lord of the manor.”

“You don’t have the cleavage to make a good serving wench, Eli.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
“I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“He was the hottest guy she had ever
seen, so out of her league they hadn’t invented his league yet. It was like Future League of Hot Guys We Can’t Place Because They’re Too Fucking Hot.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“What would it be like to be caught in the emotional crosshairs of a man like Luke Almeida? To belong to him, body and soul? The prospect warmed her some. Scared her more. With Luke, she suspected there would be no half measures.”
― Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

“Who needs the fairy tale when crazy, messy, sexy reality with the woman I adore is a million times better?”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“Find 'em hot, leave 'em wet," he murmured.
"Well known firefighter maxim.”
― Kate Meader, Rekindle the Flame

“She stood almost a foot shorter than him, but that had never been a problem, given most of their conversations had been horizontal. The years had filled out her curves, and she wore those few extra pounds of plush well, especially below the flare of her hips. The ass that dethroned JLo, or some shit. Her shapely figure had its own press corps.

A woman like this was built to be bedded, and often.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I’m finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.”
She sighed. “Such a romantic.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“That’s right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Expected a bit more skin, Almeida.” She punctuated that with a pointed glance at the shorts area. The man had promised Speedos.
“Think Chicago’s seen enough of me, don’t you?”
Chicago might have, but Kinsey most definitely had not.”
― Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

“Most guys would be happy to have a woman so vocal about her desires,” he said in a voice several degrees huskier than before. “Half the time, we have no clue if a woman is enjoying herself.”
“Really?”
“Not me. Just trying to represent for my maligned gender.”
― Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

“She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low.

Being sexy was exhausting.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.”
― Kate Meader, Playing with Fire

“I’m cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be.”
― Kate Meader, Melting Point

“His anger seemed out of proportion to the crime. Men. Give them an orgasm and they want...well, probably more orgasms.”
― Kate Meader, Rekindle the Flame

“You always have my attention. When you're in the room, you're my sun.”
― Kate Meader, Rekindle the Flame

“That voice. It couldn’t be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.

Bearded!”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“I would have unleashed my secret weapon.” She leaned in and whispered, “Operation Feel the Beard.”

“That’s your secret weapon?” He felt his beard every day, and he could say with 100 percent certainty that it was fairly low on his list of ways into his good graces. “I think you’re overestimating the beard, Hollywood. Now if you were to feel another part of—”

She felt his beard. Sweet effen Christmas.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“He was perfectly formed, all steel flesh, so beautiful naked that it simply hurt to look at him. But she suspected it would hurt more when she no longer could.”
― Kate Meader, Rekindle the Flame