Quotes from Bella Andre

Keeping this picture on my desk reminds me that nothing is ever too far gone to be treated right.

mechanic like his brother Zach to see that her hatchback was borderline totaled. Even if the front bumper hadn't been half-smashed to pieces by the white farm fence she'd slid into, her bald tires weren't

it. Oh, crap. He'd forgotten all about Ellen, but

that was only because he was mere

But she was looking for a life partner. For the one person she could trust no matter what. For the man who not only meant everything to her, but for whom she meant everything, too.

Sophie was neither a virgin nor a prude, despite what people might otherwise assume about librarians. On the contrary, if people knew just how well-read she was on the subject of sex, they would likely be shocked. Especially Jake.

automatically coming up to cover

four full days before his next start." Vicki's heart stilled in her chest as she watched the

Chloe vows never to make the mistake of trusting a man again. Only, with every loving look Chase gives her—and every sinfully sweet caress—as the attraction between them sparks and sizzles, she can't help but wonder if she's met the only exception. And although Chase didn't realize his life was going to change forever in an instant, amazingly, he

the sidewalk when I looked around and realized you

Looking for the good in people is never stupid.

I've always wondered why love has to be so full of conflict and strife. Why can't love be simple? Why can't it just be as pure as two people who realize that they can't live as well, or as happily, apart as they can together?

Some things are just perfect, even when they don't make any sense

I've hoped for this for so many years, waited for someone to come along whom you could finally love more than your family, someone who would turn you inside-out and toss you off your path,' His mother looked positively gleeful in the face of his misery. 'Someone just like Nicola for you to blow it with.

Kindness is incredibly sexy.

You never told me how the story ends, Gabe." She held her breath, waiting for his response. His expression held all the love and desire she knew he felt for her. "It doesn't.

I've always liked books," she said softly. "I love being around them. I love getting loaf in a story, a world. I love that I can become anyone, that I can become anyone, that I can live any fantasy.

You're every single fantasy I've ever had.

I'm bad at some things." She raised an eyebrow. "Name one thing." Making you fall in love with me the way I've always been in love with you. You only ever saw the jock while you let those artist assholes chase you. And hurt you.

And still, even when he'd told her how he felt about her, and that he wanted their fake relationship to be real, she'd held herself back out of fear that their friends-to-lovers story was too good to be anything but fiction.

Do you remember telling me how you're willing to put up with the pressures of fame if it means you can play your music for people?' When she nodded, he said, 'Making sure my family is happy has been worth any tradeoff.

Unrequited love made right is the ultimate, isn't it?

You could never be just any girl . And it has nothing to do with the fact that you're famous.' His hand tightened on hers. 'You're very special, Nicola. Very, very special.

You like doing that, don't you?' 'Yes, I like kissing you.' 'No,' she said, 'lifting me off my feet. Carrying me around. Pulling me down to kiss you whenever you get the urge.' She turned to him with a mock glare. 'I think it goes hand in hand with the telling me what to do stuff.' He didn't let go of her hand as he lifted his to run the back of one knuckle down her cheek. 'You like it, too.