Quotes from Robyn Carr

Women, she thought. Difficult, complex, emotional creatures.

I'm sorry, Cameron. Although really, it baffles me that you can even think of sex when you look at me." "I think about touching every single curve of your body. I think about kissing and tasting every part of you. I think about things I'm not allowed to do until after you deliver and mend. I can't stop thinking about all of that." "But you're allowed to hold me, right?" "I'm allowed to never let you go," he said. *

He has so much love in his heart. He just wants his people—the people he loves—to be all right.

This book has been like a monkey on my back for over a year. I can't separate it from losing my mother so I have to finish it and send it away. And until I can get my writing back, a part of me is missing.

Her scars were not thistles, they were velvet artwork on her heart. In

want you to find what you need, to feel whole again, to reassure yourself that you haven't missed anything! That feeling you had of being robbed? You're not ever going to feel like I was the one to rob you. Think of me as your cheerleader.

He couldn't let her get away again, or he'd never be the same. She could push him back, be angry about his screwup, but he was going to keep coming at her until he had her attention. She was going to have to tell him, convincingly, that she didn't love him, and didn't want him in her life. That was the only way he'd let go. And he was done tiptoeing around the issue. He

Jack, there are only two of us here. One of us is going to push him out, one of us is going to catch him. Which job do you want?

Nobody ever won a race by standing at the starting line.

he isn't distracted by us. You, me and

Porque es responsabilidad tuya que tus actos no dañen a nadie.

She didn't need advice from Mel or anyone else. She'd given him every chance, but he never said a word about how he felt about her, not a syllable about wanting a life with her. She had to make herself move on before she couldn't.

If she left, he was going to lose his mind. If she stayed, he was going to lose his mind. She

We can continue this conversation later." "I don't think so," she said. "You boys gossip worse than a bunch of old women and I think it's high time you mind your own bloody business." He leaned toward her and kissed her cheek. "Yeah, good luck with that.

I don't mean to be indecisive," she said. "I just want to be sure." "Like I said, that would drive me crazy. I'm much too busy to wait around on someone like you, being sure." "Don't you ever make a mistake?" "Sure I do, but I'd rather redo a mistake than spend days on end waffling. Lord. I do hate waffling.

He looked a little crazy, till you got used to him. He could act as if he had needs barely above the animal kingdom, taking roughing it to the next level. When he was in his working clothes, he looked as if he barely subsisted. He could growl and snarl like a lunatic. But he had intelligent diction, good table manners, and while he might not be terribly social and on the quiet side, he had no trouble being around people. He was perfectly cordial.

If he was going to be a father he would be an involved father. He was more than committed to taking on little Matt and he hoped…no, he prayed, Vanni could accept his child as part of the package. But he had no idea how to go about telling her. Vanni scared him to death. She had a helluva temper. It

He was completely smitten. Jack was forty and this was the first time that he had a woman in his life he couldn't imagine giving up. *

Do yourself a favor. Don't keep going back to the scene of the crime. It'll just buy you trouble.

Marcie, I won't let you do this!" Erin insisted. "It's primitive! He's primitive! He looks like a total nutcase. A wild man." "He's actually very docile. Kind." "There

She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.

Not much that happened on the beach got by Charlie Simmons. He was fourteen and his mother was the nurse who tended Winnie Banks, a lady with ALS who lived on the hill overlooking the beach. Charlie came to work with his mother every day. He hung out around the house, the town, the beach. He was, more than anything, a practiced observer. More observer than participant, something he'd change if possible. It

Paige looked up at him, smiled sweetly, and it made him feel all soupy inside. Her eyes were so sad, so scared. She couldn't help it, he understood that. If it weren't for the fear, he might actually take her hand to give her courage—but she wasn't just afraid of whoever did that to her. She was afraid of everything, including him.

This isn't going to be an issue for long. In fact, much sooner than I like to think about, she'll be gone. She gave me her whole adult life, always putting me first. If I don't give her a few years of mine, the rest of my life won't matter a damn.