Rachel Harris

“His lips press into mine in a kiss meant to make the world fade away.And it delivers.”

“With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling...and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note."BRING ON THE ROADIE!”

“Baby girl, you destroy me," he whispered against her lips. "You have to tell me if you don't want this because I'm holding on by a thread." "Then let go," she whispered in reply.”

“Great. So basically you're saying your entire family is trained to kick my ass if I step out of line."Sherry tapped his chest with a smirk she didn't quite feel. "AND don't you forget it.""Well, except for me," Colby replied. "I leave the fighting to my man. I'd just slip something in your food.”

“Charles Tucker had starred in Ella's dreams ever since she was fourteen.”

“Cat's heated gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Another piece of my heart is hers.”

“Bass players have bigger instruments." Charlie's slow grin curled her toes and he added, "We also do it deeper.”

“Elvis is sweet, but I prefer sleeping with you.”

“My flight arrives at eight in the morning," he mentioned casually. "Any chance you can come and get me?"..."Pick you up from the airport? That seems hardcore, Ty. Normally, I'm married to a guy for at least a couple weeks before I take that big a step.”

“You have no idea how much I want you.”

“She simply wanted one night to live out her fantasy. For as long as she could remember, Charlie Tucker had been the guy, and tonight, all she wanted was for him to see her as more than just a little kid. To actually see her as someone desirable. To simple see... her.”

“What a good morning it was. Tyler stood before her, six-plus feet of denim-clad hotness. A woodsy scent wafted toward her, and she inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his cologne. The man was gorgeous, and he was hers for the next twenty-four hours.”

“She's not close enough. She'll never be close enough...”

“Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn't need to turn around to know he was standing behind her. Most likely with a smirk at catching her impromptu belly dance.”

“The low E is at the top, the second string is A, then it's D, G, B, and the last one is high E." A mnemonic device he once heard came to mind and, plucking the strings, he said, "Eddie Ate Dynamite... Good Bye Eddie,.”

“A toast," she declared. "To an incredible summer kicking butt and chasing dreams.”

“There comes a time in every man's life when he reaches a crossroads. A chance to choose between two paths. One is unknown, filled with potential and struggles that demand growth and change, but could lead to new beginnings. The other is familiar, grooved with well-worn ruts and established twists, muddy holes and isolation. The path that, while lonely, fits like a glove. Where words had failed him, his actions wouldn't. They'd speak loud and clear, showing her regardless of what he'd said, or how they'd started and ended, this was real. Their connection wasn't manufactured or fake. It was the truest thing he'd ever known.”

“Music may be his passion -- but this, right here, was his dream.”

“You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.”

“My happy place, huh? Well, yeah, I guess that's what music is for me.”