Blair Prince

“Don't worry, Ian. I totally protected your anonymity. I told her you were my brother."

"Great," he pouted."Now she's going to ask me about you. And I told you--I'm friendly and pleasant and then I move on."

"You can do that. She'll find you perfectly understandable."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Well, she wondered about you. Said you ask for some heavy reading sometimes, but that you didn't make much conversation."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes," Marcie explained. "I said you were brilliant, but not a very social animal. I said she shouldn't expect a lot of chitchat from you, but you were perfectly nice and there was no reason to be shy around you--you're safer than you look."

"Is that so? And how did you convince her of that?"

"Easy. I said you were an idiot savant--brilliant in literature and many other things, but socially you weren't on your game."

"Oh, Jesus Christ!"

-Ian and Marcie”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“Because I am not eulogizing another leprosy victim covered in sores that weep marmalade!”
― Tessa Dare, The Governess Game

“Because your name should be on it. Because it’s damned tiresome being the one person alive who understands how truly remarkable you are.” He cupped her face in his hands, and not tenderly. “I won’t help you hide that from yourself, or from the world. Not anymore.”
― Tessa Dare, The Governess Game

“We should go after the girls.” “Yes, we should.” Neither of them moved. Alex bit her lip. “We’re going to kiss instead, aren’t we.” He caught her in his arms. “You’re goddamned right, we are.”
― Tessa Dare, The Governess Game