Karen King > Quotes

“I noticed the look of astonishment pass between Evelyn and Tamara and couldn't resist throwing them a triumphant look. The meek mouse they thought they were dealing with had grown sharp teeth. And she would use them if she had to”
― Karen King, The Mother-in-Law

“I didn't wait to hear any more. I hurried up the stairs to our rooms, closing the door firmly behind me. Leaning back against it, I took some deep breaths to calm myself down. My heart was racing as if I was under threat. And that was how I felt. An ominous sense of foreboding shivered through me. I wanted to grab my bags and run”
― Karen King, The Mother-in-Law

“The past doesn't matter. Our life starts from now”
― Karen King, The Mother-in-Law

“persuade Cassie to allow his mother to have more input. Cassie”
― Karen King, I do? – or do I?

“cap”
― Karen King, The Perfect Stepmother

“Sam really knew how to handle people, I thought in admiration. He was so self-assured, confident and articulate, but he always listened to what I had to say as if it was the most interesting thing in the world and never spoke down to me. He made me feel important. Or was he simply saying what I wanted to hear like he did with Spencer?”
― Karen King, The Mother-in-Law

“I'd learned long ago not to hanker after what I didn't have but to appreciate what I did have”
― Karen King, The Mother-in-Law

“The Miller’s Arms was only a ten-minute walk away. And a short stroll would do Phil good, as would a chat with Tom, thought Freya, although she wished he’d arranged the meeting for tomorrow so that she could have some peace to work with him out of the house. She was finding it increasingly difficult to work from home. Phil was constantly interrupting her and she was beginning to feel claustrophobic being in the house with him most days, but he insisted that he felt too vulnerable for her to return to working in the office all week.”
― Karen King, The Stranger in My Bed

“was so that she could spend more time with Phil while he was recovering.”
― Karen King, The Stranger in My Bed