Quotes from Heather Graham

Hold out for the best there is, Kiernan. You should have it. Make sure that there's fire. Maybe there'll be ice, too, but hold out for the extremes, for the best, the brightest. Don't accept anything lukewarm. Because you're fire and ice, and you're the brightest and the best, Kiernan.

You!" he said, pointing a finger at her. "I will never feel safe about you." "But—" "But! Will you miss me?" She moistened her lips. "Perhaps." His laughter was throaty. "It will pain me every second that I am away." "You are a liar!" she accused him. "It's God's truth." "Well, it's hard to tell. You do manage to keep your distance when you choose.

Watch it, Callie. The war has taught me lots of nasty habits. When I'm attacked, I attack back.

he had simply said that he knew how she would miss her gran, and that losing someone hurt, no matter how old they'd been, even if knowing they'd had a long life and lived it well eventually helped with the healing process.

More, Christa. I will always want more. But mainly, I want you to come to me. Not because I might defend you. Not because Camerons always pay their debts. But because you want me. Would that be so very difficult?

But you will. So prepare yourself, Christa. Willing or no, my love, you're riding west.

Don't look at me like that!" he ordered her. He jerked her close against him. "It's you, Callie, always you! From the beginning. You wouldn't look at me because you had to have Michaelson! Well, lady, place that at your feet too. No battle killed him.

What the hell do you think you're doing, Colonel?" Callie demanded, struggling fiercely. It was all to no avail. She was swept up into his arms, and he was striding across the room to the stairway. "Going to bed. For that good night's sleep. And like it or not, Mrs. Michaelson, you'll be sleeping right beside me." Those blue eyes met hers once again. "Right beside me. You do owe me, Mrs. Michaelson. That's the way I see it, my angel.

Colonel, it seems to me that beneath the fabric, be it blue or gray, men do seem to be very much alike. I found nothing alarming about the act at all, and my dear Colonel, I must say, I hardly found you … dangerous.

The Spanish were the first to arrive on this island

I didn't start the war, Kiernan." "But we're on opposite sides." "So fight me!" he warned her softly.

Miss Mackay, you are an outrageous little flirt, and I pity the poor young lad who falls for you next!

I thought you said you loved me." "I can't love a traitor." "I'm not a traitor." "You're on the wrong side." "There are no damned sides!" "Then swear!" she told him suddenly. "Swear that you would be on the right side—" "What would the right side be, Kiernan? Tell me that, please, will you?

Why, Mrs. Michaelson, just what are you afraid of? Me?

Can't talk sense into Yankees, and can't knock it into them, either!" Daniel complained. "I'm going to knock some into you, little brother, when this is over," Jesse warned him.

English arrived, they bastardized the name to Key West.

Anthony is far too besotted a fool, Kiernan," Jesse said bluntly. "He hasn't been making love to you in dark corners. He allows you to dangle him along at your whim and asks for nothing in return but one of those devastating smiles. Well, I'm not Anthony, Kiernan. I love you, but my mind is my own, and I cannot change what I see as right or wrong for you or for anyone else. Do you understand that?

She should have been scandalized and horrified that he had kissed her so, touched her so, but she wasn't. It was simply what came between the two of them. There had been something just and sweet and right about it, and she refused to be ashamed of it.

The Spanish were the first to arrive on this island, which they called Cayo Hueso, or Island of Bones. That's because the bones of the indigenous

Christa, she was fine and sweet and gentle, and yes, I loved her, and dear God, yes, I'm sorry the war killed her, just as I'm sorry the war killed so many! But Christa, I have never wished that you were anyone but you, and I have prayed only that our child might survive. If you haven't read my heart, Christa, then you are a stupid, stupid Reb as well!

Don't bat your lashes at me, Christa. I know you hate the very sight of me," he said flatly.

he didn't believe much in funerals—or in massive monuments to the dead, caskets worth thousands and thousands of dollars or any other such thing.

The hard-core politicians she knew wouldn't be stalking her; they weren't suffering from any mental disorders. Wait—not true. Anyone in politics was suffering from a mental disorder!

She wasn't dead, but she was in hell. He'll on earth.