Hard Evidence Quotes

“I’m half Italian.”

“Which half?” the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted with men.
His lips curved in a slow, sexy smile that made her heart trip. “From the waist down.”
― Pamela Clare , Hard Evidence

“Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn’t already been in love with her, that would have done it.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“Tessa touched her hand to his cheek. “You’re strong, brave, protective -”

“So is a Doberman.”
― Pamela Clare , Hard Evidence

“I'm half italian"
"Which half" asked Tessa
"From the waist down”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“Julian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she knows how to use it. And be sure to book her on one count of falsifying information on a driver's license while you're at it."

"What?" she cried. "You're just making stuff up!"

He pulled off his shades, met her gaze, saw the outrage and disbelief in her eyes. "It says you weigh one-fifteen, but i know for a fact you're not a pound under one-twenty."

Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Oooh!”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“—¿Qué significa Darcangelo?
—Es mi apellido. —Reprimía una sonrisa.
—¡No! Me refiero a su origen étnico. —Cogió un cojín y se lo lanzó.
Él se defendió del ataque con el antebrazo.
—Soy medio italiano.
—¿Qué mitad? —Pronunció las palabras sin poder evitarlo.
¿Estaría flirteando con él? Ella nunca flirteaba con hom¬bres.
Los labios de él se torcieron en una sonrisa lenta y sexy que le produjo un vuelco en el corazón.
—De la cintura para abajo.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“Instincts were his first line of defense. His body was his second. He trained it, kept it in fighting shape, just as he did any other weapon.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“I think Holly’s right,” Sophie said. “He likes you.” “Oh, well, lucky me! I suppose if he loved me I’d be in federal prison.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn't *in love* with her. He'd stamped himself forever on her--body, heart, and soul--but a year from now he probably wouldn't remember who she was. He'd rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it.

What was a woman supposed to say? "Thanks, stud"?”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“A man walked in long strides through the darkness toward them. Nothing but a dark silhouette, shadow against shadow, he walked down the alley with the grace of a predator.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“Dressed in his black leather jacket and black leather pants, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, his face shadowed with stubble, he stepped into the room like menace come to life.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“He leaned against the refrigerator, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as she bustled about, her delicious ass doing things for his underwear that Calvin Klein couldn't possibly have envisioned.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“Holly gave a wry laugh. “Wait till Kara and Reece find out. Reece will show up armed like the Marines and drag you—” “Except you, Holly. I wouldn’t mind risking your life. Can I stay at your place?” Tessa almost laughed at the look on Holly’s face. “Yes, I’d mind! Are you kidding? I don’t want crazy, boob-grabbing killers coming around my place. Sorry, Tessa, but friendship has its limits.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“I guess I’m just an idiot.” “No, you’re not. If some gorgeous man were to save my life and give me multiple orgasms, I’d fall in love, too.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence