Quotes from Cathy Maxwell

Because in the end, the measure of a well-lived life is not titles or riches. It's not even measured by the people we please, especially at the cost of our own souls. No, the true measure of a well-lived life is how well we love…and how well we are loved in return.

She'd known many men in her life but this bear of a man with a lawyer's mind, an accountant's habits, and a knight's spirit outshone them all.

Oh, yes, he'd spent a good portion of his day in self-pity. And now? Now he felt shame.

We were all that mattered back then, or have you forgotten? Do you not remember that night? How we stood beside the river and followed the Shawnee way? Do you remember what I whispered to you? She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She tried to wrest her wrist free, but he held fast. You are lying, he accused quietly. You can't forget. How do you know? she threw back at him. Alex smiled. Because I can't, he admitted sadly.

She didn't want to see the blow coming, but refused to take the coward's way. She raised her lashes, meeting his gaze with a steady one of her own, even though her knees threatened to buckle from fear. "You've made me very angry, Miss Constance," he said. "No one disrespects the name Lachlan. Not without paying a price." And then he did something she had not anticipated. He kissed her.

I think maybe that is what love is. Seeing beyond the scars, to the person below the surface.

But will he slay dragons for me?" Char whispered. "Slay dragons?" Sarah shook her head. "No one slays dragons anymore, my love. We just learn to live with them." Char

Leah's baby was nestled protectively in the crook of Devon's arm. In the golden firelight, his expression appeared grim. The neck of his shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up. With a soft gasp of mother love, Leah reached for her child. But Devon's deep, silky voice stopped her. "Who is the baby's father? And do you love him?" She froze. Her mouth went dry. Her heart pounded in her chest. He waited.

With a glance over her shoulder to ensure no one saw them, she charged up the stairs. Mr. Aldercy fell into step behind her, and they hurried like schoolchildren afraid of being caught in a prank. However, at the top of the stairs, games stopped. He whisked her up the last step, twirled her around until her back was against the wall, and kissed her.

My desire to see as much of the world as I could started with these stars.

Reading a book, sharing a story, is the most intimate of experiences. It's the closest that I ever come to a Vulcan mind meld.

She didn't need to love him—Roan had seen too much of the cruelty in men to believe there was such a thing as love—but he wanted a woman who liked him. Now there was a good word. He wanted someone in his life to like him.

My brother doesn't know how to think of anything other than his own responsibilities. Perhaps she will teach him-? Perhaps? Possibly? Maybe? Mother, Elin deserves better. Every woman deserves better.

If the hand of God had come down from heaven and smacked him dead, James could not have been more surprised. He waited, certain he had misunderstood.