Quotes from Linda Lael Miller

Melissa had never really caught the culinary bug; in fact, she'd all but had herself vaccinated against it.

He caught her cheeks in his hands and kissed her roughly, for they were both savages in those moments, and his tongue swept her mouth and her lips before he moaned, "My beautiful, blue-eyed tigress—" Emma

The epic, apocalyptically good lovemaking that had rocked Zane to the foundations of his being, altered his worldview—hell, his view of this and any other universe that might be out there—had turned him, essentially, from one man into another.

because that would be a lie. He was sorry they weren't spending the

Steven raised himself on an elbow, plucked a daisy, and put it through Emma's loose braid. He continued until a trail of white flowers paraded from her scalp to the place beneath her breast where her hair made a coppery fan. His

He kissed the soft expanse of her neck. "Don't be ashamed, tigress," he whispered. "There's never been anything more beautiful than a woman willingly surrendering her body to a man." There

Alas, the question was too big for a man in the process of dying, alone and far from home.

He sat up in bed, wishing Lily was there. He wouldn't even have needed to touch her, just watching her sleep would have soothed him. Caleb shoved the splayed fingers of his right hand through his hair. He had to go home to Fox Chapel, face Joss, take his place in the family again. He wanted his share of the land and the horses. And he wanted Lily at his side, now and forever. Sweating

Justice, of course, was an elusive thing, very subjective in some ways, too often more of a concept than a reality, but without the pursuit of that ideal, where would humanity be?

If you marry the wrong man," Steven warned, in a voice all the more ominous because of its quietness, "you'll regret it into your old age. You'll never pass a day—or a night—without remembering how it was when we made love in a field of daisies, and wishing to God it could be that way with him. But it won't be, Emma—no matter how hard you wish." She

Lily was left feeling disgruntled and confused. She didn't like Caleb Halliday. He was rude, arrogant, and insufferable. His intentions toward her were not at all honorable. So why had she agreed to have anything further to do with him? Lily sighed. Because she was starved for a little magic, that was why. Because one wonderful night was not too much to ask out of a lifetime of hard work.

When the moon strays off into space and the last star winks out forever, I will still love you

The thing about love is you always end up losing it.

the natural spillway where the branch and the

Echo:The thing about love is you always end up losing it. Cora: Oh but what you miss if you wont take the chance.

Rance gave them both a Shawshank glare, no redemption included

I'm surprised at you, Lily. You allowed the man liberties, and yet you treat him like a typhoid carrier. Do you love him or not?" Lily

Has anybody ever told you what a hardheaded little spitfire you are?" "Yes," Emma replied primly, "and it's never done them a mite of good." Steven

If I were any man but myself," he said, "I would turn you over my knee and blister your backside!" Tossing

No matter what the future holds even if, God forbid, Conner dies in his prime, or leaves me, or whatever else that fates might throw at us it would be worth it because once you've loved someone the way I love Conner, once someone loved you the he loves me, once you've loved and been loved that way nothing and no one can ever take it away. Whether it last 5 minutes or 50 years that love becomes a permanent part of you.

Emma awakened Steven rudely by arching her back and letting out a howl of startled discomfort. He sat bolt upright in bed, shoved one hand through his hair in agitation, and babbled that he was willing to pay five thousand dollars for the piece of land he wanted, and not a cent more. In spite of her pain, Emma laughed at his incoherency. "I'm in labor, Mr. Fairfax," she told him, as her stomach contorted visibly beneath her nightgown and her face twisted in a grimace.

I shall have to drink poi­son if we are taken cap­tive and forced to live in a harem.

Lily, if you don't stop that washing and look at me, I swear I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you inside like a sack of grain." Because

It was a gift. The