Quotes from Donna Kauffman

He was very tall, with long arms and legs that would be gawky and awkward on anyone else, but were graceful and elegant on his lean, muscular form. He had a wild thatch of wheat blond hair that was forever sticking out in all directions, brown eyes so rich and warm they rivaled even the most decadent melted chocolate, and a ridiculously charming, crooked grin that always made her secretly wonder what trouble he was about to get into... and wish, desperately, that she could join him.

She turned to find Alva standing just inside the swinging kitchen door, carrying two large paper plates loaded down with Laura Jo's golden fried chicken, steaming mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, and oversized buttermilk biscuits.

I was revisiting the whole black spandex cat burglar idea. Maybe you could sneak out under cover of darkness, shimmy down a rope from my window." "Okay, you've given that particular scenario way too much thought.

Lani and Alva had decided on molten upside-down cakes. If there were laws on the amount of chocolate one cupcake could have, molten cakes would break every one of them. The cake was her take on devil's food, the filling was was a melted, gooey blend of dark and Dutched chocolates with a spicy kick thrown in, and the glaze was a thick, glossy chocolate ganache. Alva declared them heavenly.

All I know is that my family, my foundation, is you. And I want to build on that. I want to see what we can do together. I already know I don't do well without you.

I still have to buy tonight's special--unless you're about to tell me that's already been handled, too." "Not that I'm aware of," he replied easily. "But then, I just got into town late yesterday, so I'm not fully up to speed yet." Oh, he was speedy all right. "It scares me to think what you'll know after a full twenty-four hours.

We have a date, then." "We have a meeting. Blue's is--" "I'll find it." "I'm sure you will." She went to climb in the cab of her truck, then paused. "I don't guess it will do me any good to ask you to stop talking to people about me, will it?" "I don't guess it would, no.

By the time he got rid of her clothes, he might not be able to get his own off, or ever father children, but then he glanced up, saw her eyes were lit like the fire of glittering emeralds, but decided he'd gnaw his clothes off if necessary.

There's one more part," she said, finding the courage, knowing she needed to tell him the rest of it. "Of the all I want to have." "Which is?" She lifted her head then, propped her chin on his chest, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "You.

Cooper was also glad to see McCrae didn't feel the need to resort to some kind of macho game of whose handshake is the firmest to prove who would control their little meeting. But then, he did have a gun strapped to his hip, Cooper noted, so possibly that was simply unnecessary.

Gone was the cream and rose complexion he'd remembered. She was tan, which changed everything. What with the loose, wild hair, it lent an almost... heathenish edge, giving her normally pretty blue gaze a somewhat piercing, laser-like quality. Conversely, though she'd always been a sturdy thing, lithe, but strong and solid, at the moment, she looked... enveloped by the chef coat she wore, as if it were a size too big, or she'd suddenly grown smaller.

Cooper Jax had, basically, proposed to her. Then he'd walked all up and down a kelp-covered, low-tide seashore and listened to her enumerate the reasons why they couldn't even contemplate such a union. Right before kissing her in a way that defied science and made her wonder if she might need a pregnancy test, before pretty much declaring he was going to spend the next four weeks making it as impossible for her to say no to his doing that again, and maybe more, as he could.

You say romantic, I say stalker," Kerry grumbled to Fiona as they pushed their way into the Rusty Puffin. "Please," Fiona retorted, adding an eye roll for good measure. She was a master of those. "Mr. Dead Sexy From Down Under, a hardworking, successful man you greatly admired, with a family you apparently adored, flies halfway around the world to propose to you? Take a poll. That's off-the-charts romantic.

What makes you think I didn't really mean no?" "Well, for one, you're awfully worked up over the guy. In that she-doth-protest-too-much kind of way.

Hannah looked from Cooper to Kerry, then at both of them, before finally looking at Kerry. "Seriously, marry him before he wises up." "Hey," Kerry replied, mock wounded. "And why do you say that?" "You speak the same language." "Says the woman who communicates with her husband using old movie quotes that nobody gets but the two of you.

Would your family support you if you decided you didn't want to be a cattle baron and run the family dynasty?" "Cattle baron, am I now?

Like life isn't hard enough, mate. Don't borrow more sorrow.

and one of only a few on the entire station, she'd bonded with

It was the cupcakes that saved her. Leilani Trusdale thought about that as she carefully extracted the center from the final black forest cupcake, then set the corer aside up the pastry bag of raspberry truffle filling. She breathed in the mingled scents of dark chocolate and sweet berries. It was inspiring, really, how much power a single, sweet cup of baked deliciousness could wield. Cupcake salvation.

Sometimes it's good to shake up the status quo. You just have to make sure that when you turn society on its ear, you don't end up on your coutoure-covered backside.--vivian

Cinderella Rule #16 Standards. Goals. Everyone has them. Or should. But before you judge yourself a success or failure, make certain the standards you're applying are your own. And that the goals you're trying to achieve aren't being pursued for the wrong reasons.

Shhh. Stop trying to carry the whole world on your shoulders. Let someone hold you. Let me.

I get it," he said. "I was supposed to give you your space. I didn't want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate the hell out of me, and I'm all done with being frustrated. This is what I wanted to do. Pretty much from the moment we stopped doing it. You?" She was still reeling, from the kiss, and the declaration. "Me, yes. Uh, too. Me, too." "Good." Then he kissed her again.**

I didn't mean to hurt you. -You shouldnae have been able to. She blinked at that, but knew what he meant. -I suppose not, no. we're still strangers. More or less. -Only in the measure of time could we consider ourselved that. (Graham & Katie) Some Like It Scot