Quotes from Jennifer Ashley

I don't know anything about life. I only know how to run." Daniel reached his tanned and callused hands out to her. "Then grab hold of me and hang on. We're both scared about where this will end up, and when the hurting will come. If the hurting comes, it will be bad, I already know that. But hang on to me, and we'll find out together, all right?

There was a time for slaying dragons, and a time for holding on to someone and making the terror go away.

Beth knew in that instant that she was not a true lady, and never would be. A true lady would have fallen out of her chair in a gentle swoon or screamed down the opera house. Instead, Beth leaned into Ian's touch, liking it.

But people can't be fixed, especially not men like Mr. McBride. Not in the way you mean. You have to understand, and help him, dear. Not repair him.

Visiting a brothel is respectable, the vicar's widow asks with her brows raised?" "They

Daniel swept Ainsley into a strong hug. "I knew you'd come back. Didn't I say so? Dad!" he bellowed up the stairs as he set Ainsley on her feet. "It's Ainsley!" "He knows, lad". Mac laughed. "I think the whole county knows.

Well, I am nothing like perfection." "You're better. You're you.

Algunas veces me siento sobrepasado. Intentar entender lo que dice la gente, tratar de recordar todo lo que se supone que debo hacer para parecer normal, es difícil para mí. A veces las reglas son demasiado duras. Así que me voy por un tiempo.

Todo importa. Lo que uno hace afecta a los demás, aunque no te des cuenta hasta mucho después

i can always find you

He'd have her in his bed if he had to recruit Curry, Isabella, Mac, and every other person in Paris to get her there.

That bowl was special because of the blue. It exactly matched your eyes.

Why good news involved the man being pounded, Ian had never understood, but he knew that the gestures made Mac, Cam and Hart happy. Ian stood quietly and took their hand claps, arms around his shoulders, liking that he was part of them, brothers who had never deserted him.

Blackmailers are never satisfied." His laughter faded into bitterness. "Aren't they? How do you know?" His words were empty, hollow. "When you're the brother of a duke and your wife died in mysterious circumstances, sharks come out of the woodwork." "That's a mixed metaphor." "Bugger metaphors. They're human sharks and they come out of the shadows when you least expect them.

I'm not here to talk about my wife," he said. Ainsley's eyes were filled with anger for him. "Very well, what did you come here to talk about?" Cameron touched the top button of her dull gray afternoon dress and forced his voice to soften "I came to ask how many buttons you'll undo for me today.

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we're both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

Beth couldn't fight anymore. Her whole body wanted simply to stop. She'd die here in Thomas's little church, not ten yards from the churchyard where Thomas lay. She thought she heard the lectern door squeak, and she saw Thomas standing by it in the white cassock she'd darned so often. His dark hair was gray at the temples, his kind eyes so blue. "Be brave, my Beth," she thought he said." It's almost over.

Addie couldn't look away. She'd never thought about it before, but watching two very hot men hold each other was . . . hot.

You are quite . . . long," she said. "Have you ever measured it?" A glint flashed in Cameron's eyes. "No." "I must fetch a tape measure then." Cameron seized her wrist in an impossibly strong grip. "You are not going anywhere or fetching anything. Not now.

Daniel Mackenzie came behind her, towering over Katie and Beth, the lanky young man the most nervous of the three. "Should you be here?" Daniel hissed. "My dad would tan my hide if he knew I let you come near a game girl, and God knows what Uncle Ian will do.

A cluster of houses lay about three miles down this joke of a road, and a hand-painted sign read: WELCOME TO SHIFTERTOWN! POPULATION: FIFTY-TWO SHIFTERS, TWENTY HORSES, FIVE DOGS, AND FIFTEEN CATS.

The trouble with Ian Mackenzie's questions was that he asked the unanswerable. And yet she should know how to answer—everyone should. But they couldn't, because everyone simply knew. Everyone except Ian.

A husband is exactly what you need," Mac growled. "It will keep you and my wife from running about in illegal casinos." "Mac." Ian's voice was quiet. "I'll talk to Beth alone." Mac ran his hands through his russet hair. "Sorry," he said to Beth. "I'm a little on edge. Marry him, do. We need at least one sensible person in this family.

Perhaps I can't save them from themselves," Beth answered. "But I will try to save them from you." Fellows