To tell you the truth, I'm curious about this place now. I wouldn't mind exploring. What do you know about it?I haven't been in here in years, he said. I liked coming here as a kid. There was always s...
Language, Sweet, said Magnus's mother, arriving with a plate full of homemade biscuits. She didn't scold him too harshly about his talk these days. Magnus suspected this was because Mama shared Uncle...
Life could be very distracting, thought Isabel. And that was a good thing. It kept her from focusing on things that couldn't be changed, such as the fact that she'd never finished culinary school, or...
Magnus had caught it gingerly, half expecting it to blow in his face.The Teacher chuckled. Don't worry, it can't do anything without fire.The thing looked and felt pretty innocuous, actually. It was s...
The last dress in the wardrobe was loosely wrapped in thin tissue paper that tore away at the slightest touch. Isabel was intrigued by this one, a cocktail dress in peach-colored silk, embellished wit...
Isabel had always enjoyed a house full of people. 'Feed your friends, and their mouths will be too full to gossip,' Bubbie used to say. 'Feed your enemies, and they'll become your friends.' Throughout...
Isabel felt soft and yielding; her blouse felt soft. Everything about her seemed soft, and she smelled of dried flowers, rosemary, fresh baked bread. This whole kitchen seemed alive with a peculiar en...
Lately, she'd been waking up early every day, too excited to sleep. She was working on the biggest project she'd ever dared to undertake- transforming her family home into a destination cooking school...
She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~
Grandfather, is it all right if we join you for a bit?Of course. Particularly since you've brought sustenance. He eyed the tray of food.It looked like a food magazine layout, featuring a variety of ch...
The woman at the other end of the room stood unmoving, her posture a slender question mark, silhouetted against the light from the window. She had large dark eyes surrounded by thick lashes that appea...
Isabel was a surprise. There were depths to her he wanted to understand, and maybe, just maybe, she would let him. She was skittish, though, not exactly distrustful, but protective of herself. At the...
If I'm all alone, then the standard for sanity is up to me entirely.
Antonio was fascinated by Isabel's razor-sharp knives from Japan. He made 'kia' sounds like a karate expert as he sliced the tomatoes and added them to the pan. there were some unexpected ingredients,...
Again, he had the urge to touch her. She was just... delicious to him. He couldn't understand it. He'd never felt so drawn to a woman- her scent, her soft curves, the curls of hair framing her face, t...
There, a simple headstone marked the grave of Eva Saloman Johansen, beloved wife and grandmother. Tess was intrigued to see a phrase in Hebrew characters. Her paternal grandmother had apparently been...
In the wake of the storm, sunset lay in a pink-and-amber swath over the rolling landscape, the trees in the orchard casting elongated shadows on the hillside. To the other side of the slope were Domin...
They shared a look, and Tess felt a wave of emotion. How quickly she'd found an affinity with Isabel, a woman so unlike her, they might have been from different species. Only a short time ago they had...
Here, he felt like a stranger in a strange- and extremely seductive- land. In contrast to the places of his past, Bella Vista seemed weighted by a sense of permanence- the old country house with its c...
You're never alone when you're reading a book.
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