Dana Marton > Quotes

“He gathered her against him tightly, chest to chest, hip to hip. She wouldn’t have minded staying there forever.
“I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you sleeping in my bed,” he murmured against her mouth. 
“I just wanted to shoot you,” she said the first thing that popped into her dazed mind. ”
― Dana Marton, Deathwatch

“Do you feel like you've been through a meat grinder or just tumbled around in a cement mixer?”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“Murph took his shot and dropped the bastard right out of the tree. then he stood. "I'm an American soldier, you son of a bitch.”
― Dana Marton, Deathwatch

“He glanced around, his eyes widening a little when he looked toward her bedroom.
She winced, but resisted the urge to jump and close the door. He was staring at the poster above her bed, an image of Annie Oakley with the quote "I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot him either.”
― Dana Marton, Deathwish

“For some, their endless potential can be more frightening than their shortcomings,”
― Dana Marton, Reluctant Concubine

“He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed his way down her neck.
"Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman."
He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...?”
― Dana Marton

“Bing tightened his fingers around hers...."I know what I want."
She raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"
"Only you." And as he said the words, he felt a tremendous weight lifting from his chest. "It's always been only you..."
"All right." She narrowed her eyes. "But if you break my heart, I'm going to have Peaches have words with you."
"That's threatening a police officer. Technically."
"What are you going to do?" She flashed him a teasing smile. "Arrest me?"
He bent his head to hers, all the way to her ear. "Stick with me and there might just be some handcuffs in your future," he whispered.
She laughed out loud. "I'll take that as an incentive to speedily recover.”
― Dana Marton, Deathtrap

“Take off your boots, please.”
He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn’t believe he hadn’t shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic.
“What else do you want me to take off?”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire

“You can’t see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on.”
“One-track mind.”
“It’s a good track.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“I have a friend I was a POW with, Cole Makani Hunter, who married an ecotherapist,” he told her.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“Okay," she said, breathless. "But just be quick about it. Please."
He looked up from her breasts to her face. "Stamina is usually considered a good thing in a man."
She tried to catch her breath. "It's... uncomfortable. I'm not good at this," she confessed. "I don't like to drag things out.:
His eyebrows slid up a fraction, his voice deepening to a silky smoothness. "Is that so?" And then ever so slowly, ever so carefully, he licked a lazy circle around her nipple.
A small moan escaped her throat, taking her by surprise and embarrassing her.
His lips twitched. Then he licked the nipple itself.
She moaned again, started by the pleasure.
Then he took her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard suddenly, and she felt moisture gather between her legs. When he moved to the other nipple while rubbing the first between his thumb and index fingers, she reached down to run her hands over his back and wide shoulders, over his hot, smooth skin, wanting to touch him as much as wanting to hold him in place.
He looked up. "For someone who's not good at this, you're amazingly responsive.”
― Dana Marton, Broslin Bride: Gone and Done it

“I’m a Navy SEAL. Nobody will hear me coming.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“Within the magnificent cathedral of the Vermont forest, the joy of young love sang.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“Pinched silence. Then, “You were the one making eyes at him, always putting yourself in his path.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“He stepped closer with an intense, thoughtful look on his face. "We shouldn't do this."
Her heart gave a hard thud.
"You probably can't kiss." Another step closer. "What does the doctor say?"
"We never kissed," she deadpanned. "Dr. Pratt and I are not interested in each other that way."
The sound of his deep laughter broke the tension between them. He moved a little closer still.
"Dr. Pratt says intimacy is all right, unless the other person is sick." She couldn't believe she just said that. Why not put a neon sign on her forehead? DESPERATE FOR SEX.
"This isn't going to work." He leaned his forehead against hers, the skin-to-skin contact jolting. "This isn't the right time for either of us." His hands slid up her arms. "I shouldn't kiss you," he said.
And then he did.
Holy heaven.”
― Dana Marton, Deathtrap

“It's not a woman's fault if a man decides to behave like an ass.”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“She tasted like the blank page of a book before he’d written the first word, the possibilities limitless.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“Do you know what the difference is between men and women when it comes to sex?” he asked when he could form thoughts again.
“What?” she inquired weakly.
“Women want romance, eye contact, tenderness, a true soul-to-soul collection, the earth to shake, sparks to fly.” He opened his eyes at last and looked at her beautiful, flushed face. “Men just want to last long enough not to embarrass themselves.”
― Dana Marton, Forced Disappearance

“Now how am I supposed to kiss you?" He put himself out there. If she smacked him down, so be it.

Instead, the corner of her mouth turned up. "I can be kissed in other places.”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“Everything about Derek Daley is delicious. He makes taking out the garbage look delicious. I’m not even kidding. I saw him do it.” She fanned herself. “His muscles bunched. It was very erotic. Practically porn.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“Expect the best, prepare for the worst. Right?"

"As long as a person doesn't spend all their time preparing for the worst and miss when they stumble across the best.”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“It's all messed up," she said.
"What is?" he asked quietly from behind her.
"Us."
"We're doing okay."
"I didn't set out to trap you or anything." Keith had accused her of that a hundred times.
"I don't feel trapped."
"Why?"
"I'm a simple guy. I have a beautiful woman in my arms. What's there to complain about?"
"I'm hardly beautiful. I look like an eggplant."
"Purple is my favorite color."
"There's a really annoying dinosaur you might want to watch with Justin over breakfast." But she smiled into the darkness.”
― Dana Marton, Deathblow

“She stripped out of her bra first, then her panties.
“Happy?”
“I could be happier.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“I'm through running."

"What if I want to chase you around the house naked?"

"Maybe."

"With handcuffs."

"Definitely."

"And if I want you to wear your Calamity Jane outfit?”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“Was the story of his life written on her heart? Was the story of her life written on his?”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“He was going to kiss her. The thought speared through her stunned mind as he closed the distance between them and brushed his warm lips over hers.

The rush was like plunging from the high point of a roller coaster: sheer exhilaration, breathlessness, half a heart attack.

She made a sound. She hadn't meant it to be encouraging, but it so obviously was, he kissed her deeper.

Nobody kissed like Harper. God, she'd almost forgotten how he would begin slow and soft and seduce her mouth little by little until she was hopelessly lost, until she was ruthlessly conquered.”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“I might be a thriller writer, but I know all about romance.”
“That’s pretty obvious from your love life,” the kid sassed back. “Oh, wait. You don’t have one.”
― Dana Marton, Threat of Danger

“Her father didn’t know the half of her problems. Nobody did. Nobody ever would. She couldn’t let anyone find out just how crazy she was, the secret she kept. She would fight her way out of that dark hole somehow. She had to, or it would swallow her for good.”
― Dana Marton, Deathscape

“Why did you do that?" she asked, weakly, but, hey, the fact that she could talk at all was a minor miracle.
"You needed to be kissed."
For some reason, the tone of masculine satisfaction in his voice needled her. "I needed it? Really?"
"Fine, I needed it.”
― Dana Marton, Flash Fire