Some things are better when it’s raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this.Lying in bed with me?
You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.
They (mothers-in-law) never leave when they say they will. When my mother-in-law visits, the mice throw themselves at the cat, begging to be eaten.
Win told me that one isn’t improved by being at the top of the mountain, one is improved by the climb.
He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. Amanda, do you trust me? Of course not, she said. I don’t know the first thing about you. Laughter rust...
Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to...
You are not a perfect woman.You have an evil temper, you’re as blind as a mole, you’re a deplorable poet, and frankly, your French accent could use some work. Supporting himself on his elbows, Leo too...
I beg your pardon? Catherine interrupted. Are you implying that women have poor judgment?In these matters, yes. Leo gestured to Christopher. Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek...
I want to know what your five-dollar wish was for.Is that all? He smiled beneath her exploring fingertips. I wished you would find someone who wanted you as much as I did. But I knew it wouldn’t come...
It might do wonders for your marriage, Amelia continued. It’s lovely to talk to your husband after you’ve been to bed together. They just lie there feeling grateful and say yes to everything. - Amelia...
He shook his head, staring at her like a condemned man who beheld the face of his executioner. Aline, he whispered, Do you know what hell is?Yes. Her eyes overflowed. Trying to exist with your heart l...