Jan Murphree

“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

“My pulse pounded in my ears, heat smoldering deep in my belly. I’d never been so tempted. “This is a dangerous game.”
― Lisa Kessler, Ice Moon

“I’m coming into this embracing that wild spirit in you. I don’t want to clip your wings. I want to fly with you.”
― Lisa Kessler, Legend of Love

“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