Sandra Hoover

“Detective, any warm-blooded male with a pulse would have his hand on your glorious ass. May I?"
"Knock yourself out."
His fingertips sketched over that tight sheen of Lycra before cupping a taut globe for a squeeze. "What kind of workout do you do to get that kind of muscle tone?"
She put her face up close to his. "I beat the shit outta guys who grab my ass.”
― Nancy Gideon, Remembered By Moonlight

“And if the Pack Council produces any kittens, we’ll give them to Jim to raise. He needs to mellow out anyway.” I looked at him. He took his hands off the wheel and held them apart about six inches. “Cute fluffy kittens. Just sitting on Jim’s lap.” I pictured Jim with his badass-chief-of-security expression covered in small fluffy kittens. It was too much. The numbness inside me broke, like a dam. I giggled and laughed. Curran laughed, too.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Breaks

“I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas," he said when they'd fought their way to the car. "I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am."-Roarke”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.”
― Nancy Gideon, Remembered By Moonlight