Quotes from Deeanne Gist

You must be jesting. What happened down there is one of the most mortifying moments of my life. Why on earth would I point it out to you if you'd forgotten all about it?" His eyes widened. "Forgotten about it? Forgotten about it? Sweetheart, I have replayed those moments in my mind a hundred times, at least.

Have you ever been kissed?" he asked. Arms coming uncrossed, she stepped back. "What?" "Have you ever been kissed?" "That's, that's none of your business.

I think we'd better go." Her breath fluttered the folds along the front of her bodice. A subtle scent of summer berries teased his nose. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" "Yes," she whispered. Bending his elbows, he leaned down. She placed her fingers against his lips. "I think we'd better go." Stopping his descent, he took the end of her finger into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, then kissed it.

I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." Tugging the rim of his hat, he winked. "Wish I could say the same, ma'am." Red rushed into her cheeks. Die and be blamed, but he liked to see her blush.

You could wear the horns off a billy goat, you know that? Are you purposely trying to make me mad?

He was tired. And he was big.

The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls, and upon finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.

Tipping her head back, he bracketed her face. "Death and the deuce, but I love you, Billy girl." He kissed her again. She pressed herself against him. Neither noticed the rain, only the storm that brewed inside them.

that's not a way to treat your fiancé

A draft she hadn't noticed before swirled around her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Pulling her legs beneath her, she rocked slowly to her feet. Then turned. Hunter stood inside the closed door, the fabric of his cassimere suit outlining his broad shoulders, trim waist, and muscular legs. He leaned with one shoulder against the wall and one ankle crossed in front of the other, showcasing his armadillo boots. He gave her a wicked grin. "Goin' somewhere?

Quit bullying Mr. Carlisle," Billy said. "He's simply trying to help." Hunter made a slicing action with his hand. "Not another word, Billy." Narrowing her eyes, she leaned right up to him. "I'll talk if I want to, when I want to, and how I want to. Lalalalalalalalalala." Sweet mother of all that is good and holy, but he wanted to wring her neck.

I've been thinking." Tapping his booted toes together, he tilted his head on the cushion. "Thinking what?" Looking to the side, she clutched her coat a little tighter. "I've been thinking that being a country doctor might be a rather nice change of pace." The tapping stopped. His body stilled. "What are you saying?" She looked at him. "That I'd go to Texas with you if the offer is still good.

The third time it landed on her apron, cocked its head, then fluttered to her hand. Luke held his breath. The bird nipped a piece of cake and whisked away. She never moved a muscle. Die and be blamed, but she was beautiful. The breeze ruffling her hair, blooms trimming her silhouetted figure, birds eating out of her hand. He swallowed. He needed to get out of here.

she had no use for men who were so narrow-minded they could look through a keyhole with both eyes at the same time.

There was nothing quite so humbling as Job 38 and 39.

Luke hadn't been nervous when he'd disarmed a cold-eyed gunslinger in an El Paso saloon. Nor when he'd charged the hideout of the notorious Miller Gang. Nor when he'd single-handedly subdued a mob. But as he tied Honey Dew to Georgie's hitching post, his hands shook, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his mouth went dry. He blew out a long breath. It was just a woman. And she was tiny as a cricket bug.

She braved a sip of the black brew. Never had she tasted anything so ghastly.

He's watching ya, Dr. Tate," Elspeth whispered, looking over her shoulder. "Aren't ya gonna turn around and wave?" "A man enjoys the chase, Elspeth. It's how God made them. We mustn't spoil all his fun by making it too easy.

She shoved open his shirt, then wrenched his undershirt from his trousers and scrunched it up to his armpits with a quick strokes. Lips parting, she swept her gaze from his torso to his eyes. Jaw clamped against the spasm, he managed a wink. "Not bad for a dying man, huh?

Placing an arm on Billy's seatback, Hunter ran a finger up and down her sleeve. Fourteen years and five babies had made some changes, but his love and passion for her had grown to even greater heights. He ran an appreciative gaze over her form. She was all frocked up in one of her city dresses. This one had blue polka dots with a row of blue bows along the hem. "You look mighty pretty today," he whispered.

We have some talking we need to do." She swallowed, but said nothing. He kneaded her waist while caressing her ribs with his thumbs. "I want to kiss you." Her gaze dropped briefly to his mouth. "Why?" A reason. He needed to give her a reason. "That's what we need to talk about.

A slow smile lifted one corner of his lips. "You're not married, are you?" "Mr. Scott, you need to be paying attention to my instructions. They are very important." "Hunter. My name's Hunter.

Does your stomach still hurt?" Approaching the bed, she glanced at the sheet twisted about him and tugged it loose, then brought it up to his chest. "Well? Does it?" "I'm all right." She folded the lip of the sheet over and smoothed it across him. "You tucking me in?" "You still sleepy?" "I need to get up. What time is it?" "Around eight o'clock." His eyes widened. "At night?" "Yes.

He shook his head. "What?" she whispered, looking on the program to see what had caused his consternation. He pointed to her name. "Never in all my days have I seen a girl with so many boy names." She glanced at the neatly typeset Dr. Billy Jack Scott and smiled.