Quotes from Rhonda Nelson

Someone to share his life with, who would greet him with a smile and a kiss, and a toddler to tackle him around the knees. Not much by today's standards, but everything by his own.

You don't want to wake up one morning and realize that everything you've done in your life has been to please someone else. That you've let yourself be railroaded along the way.

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But sometimes waiting can be murder…

plan yet, Jaynes." She grimaced. Probably because she hadn't had one. "Just get as far away from the church as you can," she instructed grimly, her satin gown hissing against the leather as she shifted into a move comfortable position. Eyes darting nervously between the road and the rearview mirror, her timid driver

Humph. Like hell. James Whitehorn Honeycutt would simply have to find another way to merge Honeycutt Foods with Reedwater Snacks. Regardless of what her father thought, the merger wasn't worth her freedom, or her happiness. She wasn't some medieval bride to be bartered off like a herd of cattle and a milk goat, for pity's sake. She was a woman who wanted more, who wanted to make her own decisions, her own choices. It saddened her

Humph. Like hell. James Whitehorn Honeycutt would simply have to find another way to merge Honeycutt Foods with Reedwater Snacks. Regardless of what her father thought, the merger wasn't worth her freedom, or her happiness. She wasn't some medieval bride to be bartered off like a herd of cattle and a milk goat, for pity's sake. She was a woman who wanted more, who wanted to

bold as to ask a question, miss?" In the process of removing the dratted veil from her head, Lou sighed patiently. Though she was certain Jaynes had played a part of spy for her exasperating overprotective father, Lou had

Eyes darting nervously between the road and the rearview mirror, her timid driver cleared his throat. "May I be so bold as to ask a question, miss?" In the process of removing

every which way, making her resemble a cross between Cruella DeVille and Medusa, she thought disgustedly. She needed a barrette, a headband, something. Inspiration struck. Lou rifled through the bridal debris until she found the item she'd been looking for: her veil. Lips pursed

wanted to rail at Lou, blame her for getting under his skin, for making him fall in love with her. He wanted to hate her for being the answer to his dream, then snatching it out of his grasp. Over the past few days, his "Honey, I'm home" dream had begun to shape into a reality. The toddler he'd dreamed of

Giddy with a sense of liberation

lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across the expansive leather seat, then with a furtive look out the tinted window, issued the desperate order again. Befuddled, her driver started to protest.

a blur of white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across

white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across the expansive leather seat, then with a furtive look out the tinted window, issued the desperate order again. Befuddled, her driver started to protest. "But—

Lou closed the door behind him, then banged her head against the cool metal surface. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she chanted to herself. Oh well, she'd just have to suck it up and call her father. Dread coursed through her at the thought. He'd have to deal with the details—Edwina particularly. Lou worried her lip.

Sam Keen. You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

her mind preoccupied, her gaze trained on the changing sky—partly cloudy, partly clear—as they neared the downtown Atlanta area. Bradford pears and planters filled with flowers added a splash of color among the concrete and glass and steel. "Y-you realize, of course, that this is only temporary

She'd done it! She'd escaped!

morning, it would only be a matter of time before she sidled up and kissed him again. Then Sam would

couldn't go home, she couldn't go to a friend. Getting cash and checking into a hotel would take care of the immediate problem, but not the long-term one. Ultimately, she needed to get out of town, to get as far out of Atlanta as she possibly could at the moment. Her brow furrowed. But where could she possibly— Suddenly a phrase emblazoned on a nearby awning snagged her attention. Are you ready for the time of your

Giddy with a sense of liberation, Lou clamped a hand over mouth to keep a wicked giggle from escaping.

Still, agreeing to an adventure and getting involved with Lou were two entirely different things. He only hoped that she understood

husbands and would rather wait for widowhood than endure a