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1 " Wait a minute,” Sandra said, sounding skeptical. “You were really stuck?”Things were starting to get worse.Her mouth dropped open and she began to laugh—the kind of laugh that would have been music to his ears if she were laughing with him and not at him.Things were definitely worse. "
― Jennifer Shirk , The Role of a Lifetime
2 " You know, typically a nickname is shorter than the given name.”“Is it?” he asked in mock seriousness. “Oh. Well, tell you what, you can call me…”She waited several beats, thinking of more than a few unkind examples. “I can call you what?” she finally asked.“That’s it.” He shot her his bone-melting smile. “You can just call me. Anytime.”She rolled her eyes, refusing to give in to the smile that threatened. “That sounds like a line from one of your movies.”He shot her a triumphant look. “Ah, ha! I knew you were a fan. "
3 " Arrr, shiver me timbers,” he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye and hooked his thumbs in his pants. “This is the nicest your mom’s been to a poor old bloke like me-self in days.”Sandra poked a finger in his chest, but grinned. “Don’t make me regret it, or you’ll walk the plank.”He grinned back and, with that eye patch, turned knee-meltingly rakish in under ten seconds flat. “Aye, I won’t be asking you to make me Roger jolly, if that’s what has you worrying. "
4 " When I take you in my arms, I wonder how on earth I ever survived without know what that felt like before I met you. "
― Jennifer Shirk , Wedding Date for Hire (Anyone But You, #2)
5 " I've done a lot of stupid things because of my fear of taking a chance on someone. But the most stupid thing I ever did was push you away. "
6 " His mom was more the rich pampered type whose version of natural childbirth meant giving birth without makeup. "
7 " Maddie had seen commercials for Match Made Easy on TV. They seemed like a decent business and legit. She hoped. She prayed they weren't out of her price range. Not that it mattered - time was running out. She'd pay anything to prove to her family she wasn't cursed. Plus, Ryan would be there, most likely with that cheating blonde of his. She bet anything they'd both love to see her at her lowest point: jobless and dateless. Well, no one was going to feel sorry for her. Not her cousin and certainly not the best man, either. She'd show them all. And since she couldn't find a wedding date to her sister's wedding on her own, it looked as if she'd be forced to do the next best thing. Hire one. "
8 " Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair. "
― Jennifer Shirk , Fiance by Fate (Anyone But You, #1)
9 " You are still the creator of your own destiny. Don't overlook the journey. "
10 " Sorry, Sam, but I call 'em like see 'em. When you hire a nanny for the kids, you hire Mrs. Doubtfire. When you hire someone who looks like Sunny...well, then I'm afraid you hired her for yourself. "
― Jennifer Shirk , Sunny Days for Sam
11 " Ta-ta?” she asked Jack, once Jessica was out of earshot. “I can't believe you went out with a woman who uses that interjection.” “I can't believe I'm ‘going out’ with a woman who uses the word ‘interjection. "
12 " Careful,” he chided with a grin. “First you talk marriage and now you're telling me what to eat. You're sounding more and more like a real girlfriend every day. Just remember, this is still our first date, so keep your hands to yourself tonight. I'm not one of those guys. "
13 " She raised up on her tip-toes and pecked him lightly on the cheek. Whew. That wasn't so bad. Quick and painless. No reaction. No sense of attraction whatsoever. Like kissing her uncle. Almost. Except Uncle Henry had always smelled like tobacco and Sawyer, on the other hand, smelled of a unique combination of fresh soap, tropical sea air, and hot author. She needed to get out of there. "
― Jennifer Shirk , A Match for Mr. Write (Resort to Romance)
14 " Special. Cute. Friends. He wished she'd just cut his testicles off and be done with it already. Depending on the next adjective she chose for him, he would either qualify as a card-carrying member of Emasculated Men's Club or a Muppet. No wonder he avoided love for as long as he had. When it went unrequited, it truly sucked. "
― Jennifer Shirk , A Little Bit Cupid
15 " You snore.” She stopped in the middle of the hallway and gaped. “I do not.” “Oh yeah, you do.” He nodded, beaming from ear to ear. “Cute, kind of baby snores, but still snores by standard definition. Maybe that was the problem that broke up you and David. Doctors need their sleep, you know. "
16 " Stalking?” Brad made a face, drawing back as if he’d been asked to host a Pampered Chef party. “I didn’t say anything about stalking. All I want you to do is stick close to her and check out who she talks to… see where she goes… maybe find out what kind of guys are approaching her. That sort of thing. Then report it all back to me. "
― Jennifer Shirk , Georgie on His Mind (Maritime City, #1)
17 " Georgie?” He reached out with both hands to steady her—and himself. His mind had trouble focusing. He couldn’t believe Georgie was actually standing in front of him. She looked liked an angel—in knee-high biker boots. Those boots looked even better in real life than in his imagination. He gazed into her eyes and was filled with so many emotions, so many things he wanted to say to her, he didn’t know where to start. “I like your shoes,” he said. "
18 " What are you all worked up about?" he asked warily."This," she spat, motioning to the small space where she sat and he lay, "is what I call taking advantage." Glaring, she looked all flustered and—Lord-don't-put-him-in-more-hot-water-than-he-already-was—sexy with her blond curls bouncing with each word she sputtered. "And you can kindly remove your hand now, too."He glanced down and blinked. Then, with as much remorse as he could muster, he carefully slid his hand out from underneath her butt. "
19 " I do think you should change in private. You don't see me ripping off my clothes in front of you, now do you?"He gave a deep fake sigh. "Sadly, no. "
20 " Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also."Special?Sam cocked his head as he studied Sunny. Almost all of her hair had escaped out of her ponytail now. She wore a baggy pink sweatshirt and had on the kind of drawstring plaid pants that would've set Bozo the Clown's heart pitter-pattering with envy. Her yellow tennis shoes were covered with dog hair.Yeah, special was one word for her. "
