J.H. Croix > Quotes

“The loss of her parents was an echo now. She hadn’t stopped missing them and figured she never would. It was just that it was no longer a pain she ran from, but a lesson in how love morphs with loss and what you remember of those you loved.”
― J.H. Croix, When Love Comes

“cabin for a long moment. Just looking at it made her smile. It was tiny and whimsical – a cedar sided A-frame with a bright green roof and purple trim, complete with a purple star at the point of the A-frame. It sat in a small open area amongst spruce and alder. The hill tumbled down behind it, offering a wide-open view of Kachemak Bay. She’d been in Diamond Creek, Alaska for almost three years. The sun was rising behind the mountains across the bay, streaks of gold and pink reaching into the sky and filtering through the wispy clouds that sat above the mountains this morning. The air was cool and crisp, typical for an Alaskan summer morning. When the sun was high, the chill would dissipate. A faded blue Subaru pulled into the driveway. Susie climbed out of her car, grabbed some fishing gear and walked to Emma’s truck. “Morning! Sorry I’m late,” Susie said. Emma reached over and took a fishing rod out of Susie’s hands.”
― J.H. Croix, Love Unbroken

“man she vaguely recognized was saying something, but she couldn’t hear anything he said.”
― J.H. Croix, Christmas Nights

“ragged”
― J.H. Croix, Come To Me

“If you don't even try, you lose from the start. You lose the chance, and you lose what might have been.”
― J.H. Croix, When Love Comes

“been trying to hold at bay rising inside, crashing against the rocks of my discipline.”
― J.H. Croix, Burn So Good

“this”
― J.H. Croix, Slow & Steady

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― J.H. Croix, Love at Last

“can take it,” he said with a chuckle as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He stepped”
― J.H. Croix, Christmas Nights

“can’t”
― J.H. Croix, Burn For Me

“This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.”
― J.H. Croix, Grumpy Meets Virgin Collection