Elsabe Botes

“She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. “Don’t crash.”
“Don’t do anything crazy and I’ll do my best.”
“Was that a veiled reference to road head?”
He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to smother a smile. “Woman, you have a dirty mind.”
“I read a lot of romance novels. They’re good for the imagination.”
“I’ll remember that.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Hooked

“As you getting weird about the two of us again?” Cary crossed his arms over his chest. “Just give me a heads up if you’re going to freak out, and I’ll plan my response accordingly.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“He was my friend.” Cary blinked hard. “And I miss him, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting you. Or recognizing what’s been growing here for years.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“She kissed him and threw her leg over his hips. “This is giving me all kinds of ideas.”
“Keep your ideas to yourself tonight,” he muttered. “I’m being good, but I’m not that good.”
“No.” She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You’re not good. You’re great. I’m sorry it took me so long to see that.”
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am so yours.
Cary cupped her cheek in his hand and stared at her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. I love you like crazy, Melissa Rhodes.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit