Quotes from Lisa Renee Jones

Do you feel me the way I feel you, Harper?

Sorry, man. Unless you get a whole lot prettier, which is doubtful, you aren't my type.

Laughter is like crying.

he's made the violin cool and sexy.

His eyes, those famously blue eyes, narrow and his lips quirk slightly.

It would be a lethal mistake to underestimate what she means to me.

It means, "the melody changes, but the song remains the same," but directly translated it's: "the players change, but the music is always the same.

No," I answer in English. "The musician, the player, makes all the difference, which is why he should have an instrument worthy of him.

The sun is setting when I arrive back at Accent Collectibles

I scan our customer book, and the list of outstanding items they hope we'll locate for them.

the minute he'd said 'yes' to this assignment, Royce had said 'no' to Lauren.

I've avoided the auction houses to stay out of the spotlight, but no more. We have to pay the bills.

It was a mistake," I assure him, "for about ten different reasons I'm not going to list.

I want you to be there." "Why, Faith?" "Because that painting was the first one I painted for me in a very long time. And you're the first thing I've done for me in a very long time.

Height is a short man's dream of perfection. It's also narrow-minded. How high you stand isn't as important as how magnificent you are.

I don't have a lot of friends walking around I might borrow clothes from. And with good reason: the people I care about disappear.

spreads his fingers on my cheek, his thumb stroking a seductive line along my jaw, his voice lower and deeper as he adds, "No secrets. No in between.

Sweetheart, if a box of chocolate and some flowers win you over, then you weren't ever mine to start with. But you are mine. He just doesn't know it yet. - Nick

Like you do," I say. "You help people, Chris, and I love that about you. You're helping Mark even though he doesn't deserve it from you." "I've found that in life, the times we need help are often the times we deserve it the least." "Sometimes people like Rebecca deserve it and they never have it.

Memories are the enemies that never die...

No I have not," Nelson bites out, irritation in his voice. "She's devastated by all of this." "And so she ran off to Vermont and left you to be devastated alone," Elsa rebuttals. "Such love.

My body hums in reply, and I fight the seductive lethargy threatening to consume both my anger, and my capacity for logic.

You do know I couldn't let you run, don't you?" "I wasn't—" "You were." "If you think that, then why'd you come after me?" "Because you didn't want to run. You just thought you had to." "That's a little arrogant." "It's honest. I like honesty.

In death we're all equal.