“Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?" "Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe.”

“I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.”

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest bitch of all?”

“Scaoileadh Me.... 'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.”

“You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.”

“Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.”

“Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.”

“Every great love starts with a great story...”

“I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extend...”

“You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.”

“I want to pick up a few other items at the house, Jules said as Katie stepped around the car. I still have my roller skates and yours in my closet.Katie opened the door and paused, staring at Jules...”

“There are details about your life I really do not want to know about. You told me he taught you how to fight with weapons, but I guess I never Put two and two together? Katie grinned. Thats not lik...”

“One day youre a college graduate, in love with Mr. Right and looking for a job. The next day, your Rambo.Your timeline is off. And can we lose the Rambo part?”