Quotes from Robyn Carr

Within fifteen minutes the boy's eyes had drifted open. Surprise dawned on his face. "Who are you?" he asked weakly. "The Christmas fairy," Ian said. "You're going to be okay, kid.

She worked as hard as possible but still was doing more rewriting than writing. She had wanted to have thirty pages after three days but she had nine.

I'm going to do that, you know. I'm going to be with Paige when the baby comes. I'm dying to do that." "Well, I hope you're more prepared than I was. It really took me by surprise." "But you don't regret it, do you?" "Nah. It was awesome," he said. "That's

And now Patrick owed her. You hardly ever run into the kind of person who can really hold you in an open hand, never threatened or competitive, always loving you enough to want you to have everything you've imagined possible. Angie, only twenty-three, had that down. She was all selfless love. She was going to leave her mark and the world would be a better place for it.

troubles aren't worth the paper they're written on, but that doesn't mean writing them down won't help you get a fix on 'em.

So—you made it." "Jack, you are my hero. It was such a challenge to just be there, I don't know how you delivered David. Honest to God, I don't." "I had directions," he said, lifting his glass. "I'm not doing it again, however. I'm going to keep a really close eye on her next time. I want to watch, that's all." It

fired twice into a thick tree—three shots were the signal that you were lost, two was a standard response from a search team, and one shot could be mistaken for a hunter. You never sent a bullet into the air with the possible outcome of it returning to earth to find a living person

Mothers shouldn't be telling children over thirty how to live.

That wild-man look," Jack told Erin. "Not unusual around here. Lotta farmers, loggers and ranchers don't shave in winter. And they don't usually wear Sunday best to chop wood or feed sheep. Ian Buchanan fits right in, and seems like a civil man. I wouldn't worry." Marcie

I don't deserve you," she said in a whisper. "I think you're the best friend I've ever had.

reaching for the

I used to wear heels to work every day. Suits, dresses with jackets, skirts and sweater sets, even dress slacks, but I always wore heels. I liked being as tall as the men. I liked looking them in the eye." "You liked intimidating them," he accused.

You cannot wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.' She could be using anger to cover more vulnerable needs.

She's beautiful, isn't she?" He put an arm around her shoulders and laughed. "Shelby, babies are like puppies, there's no such thing as an ugly one.

God respects you when you work, but he loves you when you dance.

But he stood there, his eyes riveted on that tattoo. She looked over her shoulder again. "It's called a tramp stamp," she said. "I got it when I was fifteen, to be cool." "I know what it's called. I just can't make out what it is." "It's vines in the shape of my name, and I'm not showing you any more of it. Let's get this show on the road, huh?" "Right," he said, going off to his toolbox.

Jack just stood there, looking at Ian. He lifted one brow. "Your girl, huh?" he asked. "I was just talking to the kid," Ian said. "Uh-huh. You better head for home, pal.

And she saw herself cooking, baking, canning and working a little in the orchard.

So this was what it felt like when you loved someone, when you wanted to please someone rather than just be pleased. When you paid attention to what made her purr and sigh. He hadn't known about it. As he held her close, he couldn't stop kissing her, couldn't stop touching her, tasting her and exploring her body with gentle fingers. With kisses.

Tell you what, Sunshine—I'm upright, walking around, healthy, have a brain to think with and the option to enjoy my life. Well, I'm not going to take that for granted.

You're a passionate woman, Brie. You have a powerful libido. It's a good thing you chose a Latino." He grinned. "We have a reputation for being able to handle hot women like you." "You

make a big deal

I want to say goodbye to you, leave you on your back porch and go. Even though we both know this is how it should be, I don't expect either one of us is going to like it too much. Especially the morning we say goodbye.

No man can, for any considerable time, wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which is the true one. —Nathaniel Hawthorne