Lisa

“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

“He took the spatula and smiled, and she headed for the bedroom, only stopping once to see if he was watching her ass wiggle under his shirt.

He chuckled. “I’d have to be dead not to look.”

“I’m glad to see you’re in good health.” She grinned.”
― Lisa Kessler, Lure of Obsession

“He rested a hand over hers. “Ever since I met you, keeping it professional has been practically impossible.”
“So it’s true.”
“Which part?”
“You could get in trouble for seeing me.”

He raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss to her knuckles. “I can handle a little trouble. How about you?”

Scars and a thrill seeker. Gods help her…”
― Lisa Kessler, Lure of Obsession

“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