I write romance, women’s fiction, chicklit. I think it all fits very comfortably under the same umbrella. Basically, I write books for women – books about relationships, books that make you laugh and sometimes make you cry a little.
When it’s your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions.
You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I know you don’t believe it, but I’m going to prove it to you.
Everybody’s afraid of something.
There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart.
There’s nothing sexier in a man than intelligence.
Losing isn’t as bad as not fighting at all.
If you think I’m going to cry all over your chest because you don’t feel the same way, you’re wrong. I don’t beg for anybody’s love.
I’m not living in the shadows anymore. I want to walk in the sun. But I can’t do that without you.
When you’ve been around a snake long enough, you learn how to crawl in the dirt.
Nobody else can demean me. I can only demean myself.
You try spending six months sitting at somebody’s bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn’t one of God’s good gifts.
Okay, so I’ll admit I’m curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.
He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn’t add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.
He should have seen this coming, but he hadn’t. Of course she wouldn’t want to move back to Wynette after everything that had happened to her there. But what about his family, his friends, his roots, which stretched so deep into that rocky soil he’d become part of it?
For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except somehow he knew they smelled just like Lady Emma.
As far as I’m concerned, men like you were put on this world to entertain women like me.
If you want me, you’ll have to earn me. And, mister, I don’t come cheap.
Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that’s not loaded down with manure?
Sugar Beth detected the movement and shot him a look that challenged not only his manhood but also his very right to exist on the planet.