Quotes from Andrea Boeshaar

I love you. ... they are the three most abused and underused words in the English language.

Viewpoints and skin color don't matter to the Savior. He brought salvation to all manking.

What was true love, anyway? What did the fabric of it feel like? Rough? Smooth? Velvety soft? Would she recognize it immediately, or would she have to browse awhile? Would true love fit her perfectly or be like a store-bought gown in need a alterations?

Perhaps she's in love with the last memory she has of you.

From my novel "Broken Things" (Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas): Those eyes had haunted his dreams?and nightmares too?for over a quarter of a century. "I wanted to tell you Allie's in town. Allie Drake. You remember her, don't you?" Jack's gaze shifted back to his brother's grinning face and suddenly he wanted to pop Steve right in the nose. Did he remember Allie Drake? What a stupid question!

Keep this up, Mrs. Collier, and I may have to kiss you.

Trials aren't meant to harm us but to make us more Christlike.

Eat your breakfast. We have a train to board." - Daniel "I'm not a child, Captain." - Julianna "Yes. I am very much aware of that fact, thank you." - Daniel

The colonel reached up and brushed a curl back from Carrie's cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His gentle touch was healing salve for her aching heart. His eyes held hers for several long seconds. Then in seemingly one smooth motion, he dropped his hand and stood. "Good night, Miss Bell—er, Carrie Ann." He gave her a polite little bow, but his eyes held a certain light. He genuinely cared about her.

Peyton had been considering little else since leaving Winchester. He hated the thought of his arrangement with Carrie ending. He couldn't imagine her going off on her own, unprotected and vulnerable. What's more, the idea of another man holding Carrie in his arms, kissing her … Peyton felt a vein begin to throb in his neck. Unacceptable!

When the line of incoming guests ended, Peyton put his arm around Carrie's waist. She looked enchanting tonight with her reddish-brown tresses pulled back off her face save for the ringlets that brushed against her bare shoulders. Her skin glowed with softness, and Peyton longed to kiss his way down her neck and across her collarbone.

Peyton gathered Carrie Ann in his arms and the couple began to waltz. What a fine sight they made, Carrie gazing adoringly up into Peyton's smiling face. He held her gently yet possessively, as if she were a rare treasure, which indeed she was. And then … mercy! The rascal kissed her right on the mouth.