Quotes from Sandra Brown

Since his return from Afghanistan, he'd been unable to shake off the effects of spending almost a year in a war zone. They clung to him like a spiderweb, so fine as to be invisible, yet as tenacious as steel and, so far, impossible to escape.

He kissed her like he meant it, like this kiss was going to be the last thing he ever did on earth, and he was going to do it right, thoroughly, and leave nothing wanting.

tetanus, and neither

By morning, their plan had been shot to hell. One of them was in the hospital. One was in jail. One was in the morgue. And one had gotten away with the haul.

She hadn't been taught to have prejudices, so she didn't.

emotions to surface now.

it was probably a good thing that Foster and Laura Speakman couldn't reproduce, because both of them were fucking nuts.

She kissed his eyebrow. "Not I.

Fine. He had let her indulge in her hobby, while he'd indulged in his, and right now his was clenching her soft thighs against his pumping hips. He gave one last push and came. He wasn't sure Alice did, but she was better than Emory at faking it.

died. But he couldn't take the

He took a long time to answer. "I asked which of her brothers had fathered the baby. She told me it could have been either.

It's hard for us to back down once we've taken a stand.

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The bullies who instilled that hatred were never made to account. I think they should. I think they should because he died that day, too.

It's the right decision, Crawford.

She crumpled into the chair behind the desk and, bending slightly from the waist, hugged her elbows.

GOD works in mysterious ways

What people aren't looking for, they rarely see.

you're reluctant

Love was a word that poets and songwriters used. They vested the emotion with tremendous powers over the human heart and mind, but they were wrong. it didn't transform lives like the saccharine lyrics claimed it could.

He called up the numbness with which he armed himself to get through each day.

You must allow yourself a few small failures and develop a capacity to forgive yourself when you make a mistake.

You'd probably be pretty good at it. But even with terrific language skills, you couldn't come close to describing what it's like to be a team player, Griff. Because you don't know.

Gavin was lying on his bed watching ESPN. He should have something more constructive to do than watch a replay of a soccer game between two European teams. Why wasn't he up and dressed, doing something rather than lazing in bed