Laurie Garrison

“You shouldn't ask questions like that, sweetheart. You'll never get the truth out of a man with a hard-on.”
― Victoria Vane, Rough Rider

“What are you doing?” she asked.
I don’t know. Instinct not logic currently dictated his actions. But he didn’t admit this aloud.
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Only when I’m trying to understand what’s going on.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Confusion clouded her gaze. “No.”
Did she not sense the attraction between them? Of course she didn’t. She
was a simple human. She couldn’t know how his bear chuffed at her
nearness. How the scent of her aroused him. How he wanted to lay claim
to her body. What the (deuce) is wrong with me?
Apparently, his grandmother wondered the same thing. “Reid Alexander Carver, what are you doing manhandling our guest?”
Oops, caught harboring naughty thoughts and jolted back to sanity. What am I doing?”
― Eve Langlais, Kodiak's Claim

“The perfectly measured burr of a dispassionate detective had suddenly changed into the explosive boom of a take-no-shit street cop.
Suffice it to say, I froze.”
― Cleo Coyle, On What Grounds

“I am not a piece of property, damn it!"
"But you are in my possession."
She enunciated, "I think you are a lunatic."
"Since you are too, that works well enough." His mouth curled into a smile.”
― Thea Harrison, Dragon Bound