Jan Murphree

“Once we were on the road, I glanced at my passenger. “If you’ve got any ideas about how I can get this shit storm cleared up, I’m all ears.”

Tank snorted, sneezed, and lay down on the bench seat, plopping his head on my leg. I rested my hand on his back, eyes glued to the winding two-lane highway. “Yeah, I don’t have a goddamn clue either.”
― Lisa Kessler, Ice Moon

“She covered his hand with hers over her abdomen. His was so much bigger than hers and had probably fired guns, rifles, and god knew what else, but right here, right now, his tenderness broke down her will as sure as any grenade.”
― Lisa Kessler, Legend of Love

“If Reed wasn’t planning on meeting me at the beach, I’d be rolling around naked in this bed with you in a heartbeat. I love surfing, but—” his gaze wandered over the thin sheet covering her body before he met her eyes again “—no wave could ever compete with you.”
― Lisa Kessler, Legend of Love

“Her nails dug into his shoulders as she kissed her way up his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. “You make me weak.”


He turned and caught her lips, his tongue invading her mouth. She writhed against him, working into his thrusts. He growled against her, gasping. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known.”
― Lisa Kessler, Legend of Love