Quotes from Jane Porter

across the table from her doing his best impression of

Inspiring, engaging, and heartwarming, Trista Jordan kept me up late into the night turning pages. Mirror, Mirror: Confessions of a Celebrity Makeup Artist captures the craziness of Hollywood, along with one woman's determination to make it on her own terms.

He's gorgeous because he's mine, but he won't be mine for long. Our children become part of the world so fast, and it's our job to prepare them, transition them, our job to love them and gracefully step back and let them go….

Damn him. How could she ever respect him if he didn't even let her respect herself? A man that broke down her defenses with touch- with pleasure- well, that was just wrong.

He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink. She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand. How convenient. He had two.

She ought to be intimidated by this shaggy beast of a man, but she wasn't. She'd had a husband—a daring, risk-taking husband of her own—and his lapse in judgment had cost them all. Dearly. "It's dangerous out there

He was beautiful, but he was what he was. A man.

fine tailoring couldn't cloak the primitive danger of the desert. The desert was about life. Death. Survival. And she saw the desert in his eyes, dark gold like the Saharan sand.

Harley suppressed a sigh, acknowledging that was probably true. And she wouldn't want the agency to send just anyone here to the ranch. You couldn't put just anyone in a house with two pre-teens. The agency would have to do thorough criminal background

Harley ignored the sarcasm in the manager's voice. "Things are pretty... tense... here." "I'm sure they are. Mr. Sheenan is very unhappy, as we are, too. You've put

The only impregnable citadel of virtue is religion; for there is no bulwark of mere morality, which some temptation may not overtop or undermine, and destroy.

Dr. Johnson has said that the chief glory of a country arises from its authors. But then that is only as they are oracles of wisdom; unless they teach virtue, they are more worthy of a halter than of the laurel.

The doubts of love are never to be wholly overcome; they grow with its various anxieties, timidities, and tenderness, and are the very fruits of the reverence in which the admired object is beheld.

I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the suspicion or dislike to the one who found pleasure in pointing out the defects of another.

Love is full of imagination.

Compulsion hardly restores right; love yields all things.

People do not always understand the motives of sublime conduct, and when they are astonished they are very apt to think they ought to be alarmed. The truth is none are fit judges of greatness but those who are capable of it.

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.

The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.

Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame.

him. "The agency can't replace me until Saturday." She drew a quick breath, tried to smile, but failed. "Looks like you're stuck with me until the weekend." "You must be devastated," he said, his expression hard. His sarcasm stung. She struggled to keep her composure. "Trapped here with children," he added bitingly. This time she couldn

If she went with him, she'd enjoy Kahil's revenge. She'd welcome the humiliation as it would be at his hands, in his hands, with his body.

I want what's mine. And you wife, are mine.

Taylor adjusted her red and brown striped scarf around her neck, trying in vain to block the wind.