Quotes from Linda Howard

Women, music, beer, and pie. Rurik, you're just an all-American guy.

Do you like her?

A small village lay just over the farthest hill. When he had to feed, he went there. And when he left after feeding, the people he'd met, even those he'd fed upon, immediately forgot he'd been there at all. Every time he entered the village, the residents greeted him as a new visitor. That was his power, his curse, his salvation; no one remembered him.

here, to tempt you into a kiss. I've become a shameless hussy. Aunt Ardith would have disowned me." "Aunt Ardith sounds like a pain in the—" "She was wonderful," Mary said firmly. "It's just that she was very old-fashioned and had strict notions of what was proper and what

excitement of it. He'd been the golden boy

The magazine said to blend. Daisy blended for all she was worth, trying to spread that dark stuff around.

heaven or hell...She couldn't tell one from the other.

Pure hell was living in her eyes.

She was holding her breath, waiting to start living.

God save me from a woman's way of thinking. What the hell kind of logic is that? One has nothing to do with the other." "Maybe not to you, but let's face it, you're plankton, and I'm a higher life form. Details matter to me.

She had learned never to look back, never to give fate a second chance to kick her in the teeth.

She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man. He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.

He'd never thought he would love any woman, least of all an Anglo, but that was before this slight, delicate creature had bulldozed her way into his life and completely changed it.

I don't have casual sex, she said. He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. My dear, I promise you there wouldn't be anything casual about it.

You don't have any brain damage. Any. Not even minimal. So now I have to believe in miracles, because you're a living, breathing, walking, talking miracle, and that means there's something else out there after all of this, isn't there? A luminous smile spread across her face. Yes, she said simply. 'Then get used to it, sweetheart, because the miracle has a permanent bodyguard.

Then she caught Eric eyeing the pile of sheets on the floor, and the thought that he might be getting some pleasure from remembering the night before sent a rush of anger through her that almost took off the top of her head. "I'm sorry about the smell in here," she said sweetly. "A skunk must have peed on those sheets. I'll have to burn them, because no way do I want them now.

How do you function when your entire body has been overtaken by searing emotional pain? How do you function when a huge hole had been ripped in your life? How do you ever smile again, laugh again, feel joy again? You just do it...Because you have no choice.

Mary was startled. More people had winked at her that night than in the rest of her life total. What was the proper way to handle a wink? Were they ignored? Should she wink back? Aunt Ardith's lectures on proper behaviour hadn't covered winking.

There was political correctness, and then there was reality, and the reality was that people were people. -Mr. Perfect

I have a blanket behind the seat, a thick wool one. We can cuddle on the bleachers, and with the blanket wrapped around us no one will know if I sneak a feel every now and then." "I'll know." "God, I hope so. If you don't, then I've either lost my touch or my aim.

There was no going back...because some roads you just couldn't travel again.

Unfortunately, what should or should not be had no relation to what was.

She'd taken some anthropology courses, because they'd seemed interesting, so she knew the dynamics of sexual instincts. That had to be it. Women responded to strong, powerful, or heroic men. In caveman days, that had meant higher chances of survival. Women didn't have to do that now, but the old instincts remained; how else could one explain the allure of Donald Trump for so many women?

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