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“It doesn't affect the way I feel about you, but is it wrong that I want you to experience the joy I've found in books?”
― Then He Kissed Me
― Then He Kissed Me
“Too many cold, hungry nights had taught her a special kind of practicality, but in that moment, she believed in his magic.”
― Then He Kissed Me
― Then He Kissed Me
“She riffled through memories and focused on the happy ones. She”
― Slow and Steady Rush
― Slow and Steady Rush
“She was why none of his relationships had ever lasted. He hadn't left part of himself on the river, he'd left part of himself with her.”
― Then He Kissed Me
― Then He Kissed Me
“Underneath his gruffness, innate kindness and integrity knitted together to form the man.”
― When the Stars Come Out
― When the Stars Come Out
“To control the urge to throw the file in her father’s face and storm out, she imagined an anvil falling through the ceiling and landing on him in the manner of Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner. Unfortunately for her, she felt like the unlucky, slightly pathetic coyote.”
― Caught Up in the Touch
― Caught Up in the Touch
“It didn’t matter that she was twenty-nine, a 4.0 graduate of the Wharton School of Business, and the youngest executive at Montgomery Industries, childish tears sprang to her eyes. She didn’t know if she was madder at her father or at her own lack of gumption. Maybe he was right. Maybe she didn’t deserve to be CFO. Maybe she wasn’t tough enough.”
― Caught Up in the Touch
― Caught Up in the Touch
“She had infected him like a virus.”
― When the Stars Come Out
― When the Stars Come Out
“Being scared is not the same being cowardly. Doing what's right despite your fears is the actual Merriam-Webster definition of bravery.”
― A Highlander Is Coming to Town
― A Highlander Is Coming to Town
“The Honda coughed like a lifelong smoker that needed an oxygen tank.”
― When the Stars Come Out
― When the Stars Come Out
“She poured a cup of coffee and slipped into Ada’s makeshift bedroom to grab the book she’d left on the couch. Her gaze focused on her goal, she tiptoed across the rug. With book in hand, she turned. The spine of the book cracked on the floor. The coffee cup broke into pieces, the air ripe with hazelnut. Trembling started in her knees and spread through her body. A static roar blocked out any other noise. The corners of Ada’s mouth tilted into a slight smile. Washed-out blue eyes stared at the ceiling. Darcy reached for Ada’s hand. The cool, waxy skin reeled her backward. She tripped over the book and landed half on the couch. She slid to a crouch on the floor and pulled the afghan over her knees. She dared another look. Ada lay still. Her mind pinged from memory to memory. Standing on a chair in the kitchen while Ada taught her the secret of fluffy biscuits. Cuddling next to Ada on the couch learning to read from Dr. Seuss books. Ada in old, rolled-up overalls and a floppy straw hat weeding the garden. The way Ada smelled like books and Pond’s cold cream. Ada’s laugh when Darcy had regaled her with made-up stories as a child. They’d run out of time to make new memories.”
― Slow and Steady Rush
― Slow and Steady Rush
“The first sensation she registered upon waking was the warmth of a body pressed against hers. Robbie? She turned toward the heat and pulled the blankets off her head. A blast of rancid breath popped her eyes open. A tongue lolled inches away from her mouth. A short yip signaled Avery’s happiness she was awake, and he licked her across her lips and cheek. She wiped the doggy saliva off her cheek. Getting nearly frenched by a dog was a unique way to wake up. She laughed and rubbed Avery behind the ears.”
― Slow and Steady Rush
― Slow and Steady Rush
“One caught her attention. She squinted at the faded picture. Several things set it apart. For one, the family pictured was black. For another, they were smiling, which was unusual in pictures this old.”
― Slow and Steady Rush
― Slow and Steady Rush
“The dreams fresh on her mind, she wrote about the Ada she remembered. The obituary wasn’t the sad, plodding list of mother and father, dead children, and surviving family. It honored a strong, funny woman. She proofed it a second time with a smile on her face. Ada would have slapped her knee and crowed along with her.”
― Slow and Steady Rush
― Slow and Steady Rush
