Catherine Crook

“Claire, I’m sorry. I know now that I did everything wrong with you. By loving you so much, I turned into everything you’d ever feared. I wanted to take all your pain away, and instead I only gave you more. I drove you away and I know you will never trust me. You will always think that I’m like him.”
― Sydney Landon, Weekends Required

“He had a grin on his face as he looked at me, but it belied the intensity in his eyes.”
― Elisabeth Grace, Picture Perfect

“I can’t make any promises. I have no idea what the future holds and I’ve never been in a monogamous relationship before. And to be clear, that’s what this would be. But I’m not going to tell you that everything will work out all right, because I don’t know that. Unlike my father, I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep. What I can tell you is that I want to spend time with you. I want to find out what side of the bed you like to sleep on. I want to know where that little scar on your inner thigh came from. I want to figure out whether you’re a morning person or a night owl. I want it to be me you ask what dress you should wear on a night out. I want to know how you take your coffee in the morning and what kind of movies make you cry. I want to know everything there is to know about you…and I want you to want all those things, too.” That was the single most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me.”
― Elisabeth Grace, Picture Perfect

“Yep, I must have done something wrong in a past life because I was definitely being tested. He wore an aged pair of jeans, faded in all the right spots and hanging low on his hips. The lean muscles of his upper body were on full display in a charcoal long-sleeved shirt. Basically, he looked mouth-watering, panty-drenching good. Crap.”
― Elisabeth Grace, Picture Perfect