Best 34 quotes of Cindy Skaggs on MyQuotes

Debi had just asked the world's peppiest hacker to help. What could possibly go wrong?

Every woman on the planet thought she was "the one" who could tame the bad boy, but bad boys didn't change. Smart girls knew that. The reality didn't douse the attraction. Not that she wanted to. She liked to play with fire.

Fine has many definitions, and not one of them means everything is okay.

For some twisted reason, she found his bruises more attractive than a pretty face. With windblown red-blond hair, unshaven face, and cocky bearing, he had that James Dean Rebel Without a Cause look going for him. He exuded the same kind of innate strength her brother had had. It wasn't something the Army trained into a man. A man was born with it.

Fury invaded where fear dare not. The thirst for revenge still burned his throat and coated his tongue. The last few days, he'd been a complete ass, visiting violence on his brothers because he could, because they would take it, because, in the end, they were the same. Monsters all.

He’d never met a parent who wanted so desperately to pursue and exact revenge, nor one who seemed quite so capable of doing just that.

He was the kind of man who promised a rough, sweaty good time. The air around him snapped and hummed with sexual tension. Everything about him was out of her league.

He wore my ex-boyfriend's cologne, and then tried to kill me." Talk about your bad first dates.

Hmm.” Hell, he’d lost his voice. Maybe his capacity for thought. They were headed where his body had wanted her since the day they met. Blood surged to his groin, leaving his brain defenseless. “What’s that?” She rubbed a finger across his lower lip. “Do I make you nervous?” She threw off his equilibrium, but he could work with that since he was trained to adapt to new and dangerous situations. He licked his lips, letting his tongue brush the finger she still pressed against him. “I can handle you.” “Oh, sweetheart, I doubt it.

Honey, you can’t call dibs on a human being.” Her tone rose high enough to shatter glass. “Like calling something mine makes it so, because if it did, I’d be driving around town in a Porsche instead of Granddaddy’s broken down Ford. Ain’t nothing here that was yours.” Using the tray, she backed him against the office door. “Anything you left behind is at the DAV thrift store. They put a price tag on things, and let me tell you, yours wasn’t worth much.

I don't want safe. I want you.

If I known it would be like this, I would have taken you sooner.

Live by the team mean you trusted your team with your life.

Logan felt it, even if he wanted to deny it. His pupils were dilated and he stared at her like she was chocolate and tomorrow was the first day of Lent. Sure, she might be forbidden, but no one could withstand temptation forever. Not when it was so close. The car roared to life as Logan started it back onto the road. So he thought to ignore the attraction? Good luck. He might be a rule follower, but Sofia wasn’t. He didn’t stand a chance in hell.

Logan felt raw inside from the look of betrayal she had leveled on him. Who was he to demand honesty when every aspect of his presence in her life, even on the periphery, was a lie?

Mick was always the right kind of dirty. Windblown, fresh off his bike, wrapped in tattoo and leather. Muscles all the hell over the place. The man was a serious piece of eye candy. Thinking about him losing the leather warmed the chill that had gripped her since the attack.

No fear. A fitting epitaph, more curse than blessing, the truth of their very existence.

No living person could disappear like Sofia. She’d have a go-bag stashed somewhere. Money and passports and disguises, with just enough ice to evaporate.

Nowhere felt safe, except in his arms, and that was an illusion. Next to Ryder was the most dangerous place of all.

One of the special teams turned sadistic in Kandahar and took out a village. The organization reacted swiftly by shutting down the program and denying any and all knowledge. Contracts were severed. Their service records heavily redacted. Overnight, the entire team was out. Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

Put your hands on me Destiny. I've dreamed about it long enough.

Sex and love went together like bad boys and leather, and with Ryder, she couldn’t do one without the other. She could lie to herself and say she just wanted one last night of wild sex, but her heart would surely follow her body.

She'd fight for him harder than he'd fight to leave.

She’d pay good money for an up-close-and-personal tour of the tattoos that made him look like a badass biker.

She was making it damn hard to back away. "You're a sister. There are rules against this kind of thing." "My brother isn't here to object." "Then I have to object on his behalf." "Do you really think he'd rather I ended up with someone like that deputy." "Or the doctor," he reminded her. "Than one of his teammates?" "In a heartbeat, sugar. I'm a bad bet. No one knew that better than your brother." "Yet he chose you to watch over me.

Sure, the ex-soldier was deadly. No one could dispute the shadow of death in his eyes, but he was also sexy I an unconventional way. Or maybe she was warped. From the first date to her last, she'd always chosen the wrong man. The charming doctor with the perfect smile did nothing for her. Not even the good-looking deputy. The soldier, however? Butterflies on steroids.

Team Fear was the heartless result of focused recruiting combined with tireless training and a little R&D. They'd sold their souls, each and every man.

The man exuded safety in the same way a tank promised protection. A tank might be dangerous, but only if you got in its way.

They all had pasts they regretted... the past haunted you, no matter how hard you tried to leave it behind.

They walked into the library and a gust of heated air welcomed them inside. Safe. The idea was ridiculous given the bad guys chasing her, but nothing bad had ever happened to her in a library.

They were out of the Army and out of the experimental program that had failed. They were no longer soldiers. No longer whole. They were the walking wounded, each and every man. Mad Dog was the tip of spear. Time could not heal all wounds.

This act would cost them. It was forbidden, in her world and his, but all he wanted was to hear her moan.

Was he safe? He was fierce and frightening and sexy in a badass way that triggered her horrific taste in men. There was no softness in his gaze or in his tone. He moved with precision and eerie quiet. He moved like a killer.

Worry whispered through his mind like madness. Mad Dog had refused to leave his family, and in the end, it had cost all of them their lives. Ryder swore he’d find a way to leave before anything happened to Lauren.