Debra Johnson

“Butch came around in front, twisting the shirt he’d taken off into a rope. Thanks to all the lifting they’d been doing, the male’s chest and arm muscles were thickening up, and he hadn’t been small to begin with. He couldn’t pull the kind of iron Rhage did, but for a human, the guy was a bulldozer. “You’re getting into some kind of shape, cop.” “Aw, come on, now.” Butch grinned. “Don’t let that shower we took go to your head.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal

“Just be careful with my damn dog. That animal gets hurt and you and I are having words.”
― J.R. Ward, Covet

“Marcus, there are some things that shouldn’t be done in front of children or horses.” “There are no children here. And my horses don’t gossip.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“You know what kind of man Assail is. You know his business.” “And.” As those old eyes glared right back at her, she wanted to curse some more. But she knew better. And she should have known “criminals” and “against-the-law” were relative terms to her vovó. The woman had a long history with people who were less than on the up-and-up. Make that loved ones who were not all that law-abiding. Fine, time to bring out the big guns, Sola thought. “He’s not Catholic.” “He will convert.”
― J.R. Ward, The Thief