Emily March > Quotes

“This man was hurt, damaged in some fundamental way. She saw it not in those scars upon his body but in the haunted expression in his eyes.”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Love can hurt, but if you'll let it, love also can heal. It is truly miraculous medicine.”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“All you need do is forgive. Resentment is an anchor holding you back from that which you desire most. Find the angel within you; cut the anchor line and beat your wings. The winds of forgiveness will stir a hurricane of healing and call up a tide of love that can carry you home.”
― Emily March, Lover's Leap

“You might not recognize it, but your trials have made you stronger. You are not a walking disaster, and you will triumph over your demons. Nothing defeats a valiant heart.”
― Emily March, Dreamweaver Trail

“The Caddo Bayou Marina.”
― Emily March, Luke

“You’re right. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just … my wife had so much trouble getting pregnant. Are you absolutely sure about this? Maybe stress has delayed your period. Maybe—” “I took four pregnancy tests,” she interrupted. “Then I saw my ob-gyn in Gunnison. You gave me a gift Christmas Eve, Santa Claus, and just in case you’re wondering, I’m not giving it back. I’m having this child.” She”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Look deep inside yourself and find your inner angel. Your inner angel will show you how to drop the anchor of emotional burden and fly. Your inner angel knows where to find light to chase away the darkness. Your inner angels helps you balance when the world pushes and pulls. And, most important of all, your inner angel has a wingspan that is broad enough to lift the hearts of those in pain.”
― Emily March, Lover's Leap

“Would you like to dance?” She smiled at him. “Look at the gym floor, Gabe. This is a father-daughter dance.” “Yeah. Well, so what? Consider this my first dance with my daughter.” At that, Nic went all gooey and some of her lingering doubts eased. Gabe Callahan was a good man. She tilted her head at him and asked, “What if she’s a he?” “Well, I grew up going to dance halls in Texas, and believe me, it’s never too early for a guy to learn to two-step.” Gabe”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“They each had scars to deal with. Scars of a different kind, but scars nonetheless. If he could say something--anything--to make a difference, he'd do it, but there simply wasn't anything left to say. The reality of that made him downright sad.”
― Emily March, Luke

“Allow yourself to love him, Nicole. That’s one of the greatest gifts a mother can give to her child, you know. To love her child’s father. I firmly believe that once Gabe’s heart heals, he’ll discover that you and your child already have a place there.”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“As they walked through the hotel lobby to reach the beach-access boardwalk, Gabe watched three different men give Nic the once-over. Whether it was the clichéd pregnancy glow or the easing of her fears of the future or simply the effect of a good vacation, his new wife glowed. She was as relaxed and carefree as he had ever seen her—beautiful, vivacious, and sparkling. He”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“There are only two lasting bequests we can give our children—one is roots, and the other, wings.”
― Emily March, Lover's Leap

“What is it with men? Are they totally incapable of faithfulness?” “Depends. It’s a character issue more than a sexual one.” Nic closed her eyes in embarrassment and swallowed a groan. She’d forgotten about her visitor. Lovely. Just lovely.”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.”
― Emily March, Reflection Point

“Something hard and brittle glittered in Gabe Callahan’s eyes. He had a drink in his hand and danger oozed from his pores. Suddenly Nic felt more like Red Riding Hood than one of Santa’s elves. She licked her dry lips, then held out the package. “Merry Christmas.” When he didn’t move to take the gift, she set it down on the table beside the door and waited. A muscle jerked at his temple. Finally, just when she thought he’d never speak, he asked, “Why are you here?” She smelled the alcohol on his breath. She opened her mouth intending to invite him to Christmas Eve services, but as their gazes caught and held, different words emerged. “I didn’t want you to be alone,” she told him. “I don’t want to be alone. It’s Christmas.” “Christmas,” he repeated after a long moment, the word sounding like a curse on his lips. His gaze never left hers as he tossed back the rest of his drink, then set the empty glass on top of the package she’d brought. “What Christmas is, woman, is hell.” He moved toward her and she instinctively backed away until the door was at her back. His voice sounded low and gruff and a little slurred as he added, “And I’m feeling like the damned devil himself.” Then he kissed her. His”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Gabe watched his new wife’s face as she smiled with gentle delight. Softly she said, “Thank you, Gabe. This trip has been lovely.” “Lovely,” he repeated as something new flickered to life in his heart. Guided by instinct and a freeing sense that this much, at least, was right and good, he tugged her into his arms and kissed her. A real kiss. Not a chaste peck or a friendship kiss or an alcohol-blurred assault. It was their first real kiss—a second-date sort of kiss. A kiss with no ghosts between them. This was Nic. She tasted both sweet and sultry, and Gabe allowed himself to become lost in the sensual pleasure of the moment. He explored her mouth with his tongue, nipped her lips with his teeth, and encouraged her response with a low-throated groan. He held her tight, wishing to pull her even closer. He stroked his hand down the curve of her waist and across her hip, resisting the more intimate embrace his instincts urged. He drew back, ending the kiss, and held her for a long moment as he soaked in the sensation of having a woman in his arms. It felt so good. Nic felt so good. He had been alone for so long. As”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“the pain from lies scars a soul, especially those lies told to oneself.”
― Emily March, Reflection Point

“What do you fish with, Celeste?” “I tie my own flies, and it’s my own special design. I call it an angel kiss.” She gestured to the tackle box at her feet. “Would you like to try one?” “I absolutely would. Thanks.”
― Emily March, Hummingbird Lake

“Where did this come from?” Dammit, he’d felt so good just a few minutes earlier. Why was she ruining it? “You make me sound like a real ass, Nic.” “No, you’re a man. Sometimes that’s just the same thing,” she fired back.”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mackenzie. He’s a stray. You can’t go picking up strays.” “Why not? You do.”
― Emily March, Heartache Falls

“your inner angel will show you how to drop the anchor of emotional burdens and fly. Your inner angel knows where to find light to chase away the darkness. Your inner angel helps you balance when the world pushes and pulls. And, most important of all, your inner angel has a wingspan that is broad enough to lift the hearts of those in pain.”
― Emily March, Lover's Leap

“Christmas,” he repeated after a long moment, the word sounding like a curse on his lips. His gaze never left hers as he tossed back the rest of his drink, then set the empty glass on top of the package she’d brought. “What Christmas is, woman, is hell.” He moved toward her and she instinctively backed away until the door was at her back. His voice sounded low and gruff and a little slurred as he added, “And I’m feeling like the damned devil himself.” Then”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“is really remarkable. You will feel so much better about yourself.”
― Emily March, Reflection Point

“to attend?” With that, he lost patience. “Give it up, Ali. You’re not taking a job in podunk Eternity Springs. You’re not leaving.” Her eyes went to ice. She removed her sunglasses from her shoulder bag, then slipped them on. In a voice as cold as January, she declared, “Just watch me, your honor. Just fucking watch me.”
― Emily March, Heartache Falls

“Home—that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel’s wings. —LYDIA M. CHILD”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Friends are like kisses, blown to us by angels.”
― Emily March, Reflection Point

“Celeste sighed heavily and shook her head. “I do believe that men can be the dumbest of God’s creatures.” Sage”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Brrr,” Nic complained, her voice drifting across the darkness. “It’s so cold. Do you have a spare bearskin over there?” An image of naked limbs on a bear skin rug flashed through his mind. He cleared his throat. “I thought you were asleep.” “I dozed for a bit. My boots were killing me, so I took them off. Now my feet are cold, and that makes me uncomfortable and cranky.” Gabe hesitated a moment before saying, “Well, we can’t have cranky. Scoot them over here. I’ll rub your feet for you.” “God bless you, Gabe Callahan.” She whipped her legs out from beneath her covers and set them in his lap. She wore thin trouser socks, and when he took her right foot between his hands, he sucked in a breath. “You have ice cubes for feet.” “I told you so.” He tugged off her sock and began rubbing her bare, freezing foot. While he tried to keep his touch clinical and his thoughts impersonal, he couldn’t help noticing her foot’s slender width, the graceful arch of her instep, the softness of her skin. It was the most personal touch he’d shared with a woman in months, and damn his soul, he enjoyed it. While he massaged her right foot, her left foot crept up and rested on his thigh, inches from his torso. Inches from his erection. He should put her ice cubes right on his crotch, but he settled for the next best thing. He tugged his shirttail from his jeans and yanked her sock off her left foot. “Look, don’t take this personally. Consider it payback for doctoring my scratches that day.” He took both her feet and tucked them against his belly, sucking in an audible breath. It truly was like putting ice on his stomach. “Whoa. Have you no circulation in your feet whatsoever?” “Oh, you feel good, Callahan,” she purred. “How can you be so warm? Are you hiding a heater or something?” A heater? Was that a come-on? Or was she just clueless? He wished he could see her expression to help him judge. Wryly he replied, “Or something.” Gabe”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“Nic? Tell me you have your cell phone on you.” “Um, no. I don’t.” “Are your girlfriends coming back tonight?” Warily, she replied, “No, they’re not. Gabe? Are you telling me that we’re …?” “Stuck.” “The door?” “Won’t open. I heard the latch fall. To complicate matters, the hinges are on the other side, so I can’t take it off.” Nic”
― Emily March, Angel's Rest

“walked toward the building, movement at the gas dock out on the”
― Emily March, Luke