Karen Witemeyer Quotes

Drop the bat, mister, or I’ll fill you so full of lead the undertaker will charge double to bury you!

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Forgive yourself for the child you were unable to save, Darius, and praise God for the many who are alive today because of your actions.

Meredith bundled her shawl more tightly around her shoulders before ducking her head and scurrying past his brother. Travis knew he probably looked like a lovesick pup just standing there watching her...

Had she witnessed his swim? He didn’t see how she could have missed it if she’d indeed been lunching by the water. The more intriguing question was, had she liked what she’d seen? Ever the scientist,...

Hang in there, Mollie. Jacob’s voice rumbled just beneath her ear. She tried to pick out his words as the darkness rose to claim her. I’ll patch you up, I swear it. Don’t leave me, sweetheart. Please....

Hanging back to get her reaction under control, she wiped her knife on the edge of her petticoat, then angled her body away so she could raise her skirts enough to slip the knife into its sheath, taki...

He gently covered her hand with his, wishing he could feel her soft skin through the rough leather of his work gloves. He dragged her fingers down from his mouth and cradled them against his chest. Hi...

He glanced down at his naked chest. Where’s my shirt? Cheeks heating, Tori reached behind him and snagged the dangling shirt sleeve and held it open for him to push his left arm through. When she fina...

He really was a good man. A gentle man. That’s why she couldn’t close the door on her memories, not completely. Because Ben Porter had wormed his way into them. Standing up for her against the lechero...

He wished Nicole’s problems were as easily solved. He watched the light green skirts ahead of him sway as she extended her lead. Why did he get the feeling she was putting more than physical distance...

He’s been known to steal a kiss under the branches of that big oak, too. You’d never know it to look at him, but my Arthur can be quite the man of passion. Nicole giggled, charmed by the idea of the s...

His gut clenched. He’d thought she was different. Thought she appreciated the man he was, not the out-of-all-proportion legend the sensationalists depicted. Was that what she wanted? Some larger-than-...

Scripture calls you a hiding place, a mighty tower, a shield to those who put their trust in you. Yet sometimes evil penetrates your defenses. Helen bit her lower lip. I never understood why. She lift...

I have clean clothes and the salve you requested in the workshop, sir, the butler intoned. Miss Greyson insisted I tend to your back. Threatened to do the task herself if I refused. Did she? Darius gr...

I myself prefer being called Cassie. It's so much friendlier and less pretentious than Cassandra, don't you think? ... I think both fit you right fine. One is elegant and graceful, the other fun and l...

So, these competitors . . . What do they hope to gain by interfering with your journey? The instant the question left his mouth, he knew it was too direct. Nicole dropped her gaze and removed her hand...

You’re a spirited filly, Eden. I like that. One of these days you’ll get used to my hand at the reins and quit your buckin’. For now, though, I’ll let you have your head. Just don’t go forgettin’ who...

I’d like to build a house there someday. One with a big plate-glass window in the front so I can sip my tea and watch the flowers grow. Eden leaned into his side as she stepped around a hole dug by a...