In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.
When the dead body said, “Good evening,” Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn’t as dead as she’d hoped.
And I hope you will not think me foolish when I also extend my thanks. Thank you, Michael, for letting my son love her first. – from Janet Stirling, dowager Countess of Kilmartin, to Michael Stirling, Earl of Kilmartin.
She needed him to be him. Even if he could not be hers.
His brows rose. “And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?” “I’m a governess,” she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough.
It was the one dream he’d never permitted himself to consider.
I was told once that the most important part of a fight is making sure your opponent looks worse than you do when you’re through.
If one didn’t have love, was it better, then, to be alone?
Just be quiet and accept the praise.
Happy endings are all I can do. I wouldn’t know how to write anything else.
There are moments in a woman’s life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.
A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.
Am I not allowed to have my pride? Or is that an emotion reserved for the elite?
He sighed, wondering how his life had been turned upside down by this woman in less than forty-eight hours. Correction: by this woman, a pig, and a rabbit.
It’s the curse of motherhood. You’re required to love us even when we vex you.
Any man, you’ll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.
I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.
The biggest challenge of my career, which is something that authors of genre fiction face all the time, is writing something fresh and new and at the same time meeting reader expectations.
Most fiction series are written so that the reader can come in at any point and not feel lost, but if you can start at the beginning, why not?
For me, the dialogue is the easiest part of writing. It just always seems so obvious what a character will say. Maybe its because I talk too much!