Quotes from Catherine Mann

Straightening, he towered over her, his eyes glowing with unmistakable heat. I would find the nearest supply closet and take you up on that ofer faster than you can say 'Let's get naked.

Her forehead fell to rest on the tile, her eyes burning, flooding, overflowing with the pain he seemed unable to express and she couldn't escape.

Hugh was a man who could stroke magic from a guitar as fluidly as he did from her body. A man who tenderly held a child when doing so exposed old grief.

Just call me the JLo of Interpol.

His mouth went wide with laughter and her heart ached all over again that she would never hear the sound. She placed her hand on his chest to feel the vibrations. He stopped. Please, don't quit, she said quickly. I miss the sound of laughter more than anything. I miss your laughter. She signed, I miss you.

Annamae had accepted her mother's word on that, even believed that the old woman had passed away. But now that she knew

Acting Up: The Atlanta Heiresses.

It's okay that it's not okay. It's not a matter of weak or strong. Some things will never be right, no matter how much we rationalize them.

She wasn't the smart one or

slipped loose from her severe ponytail, her face devoid of makeup. But her cheeks were flushed in a way they'd never been before—except for that too-short month in Spain. The truth settled inside her with a resounding thud. She couldn't be the sort of person who would walk into that

one step at a time he inched her toward the flickering fireplace, stopping at the bear rug in front of the stone hearth. She