Quotes from Janet Chapman

If you come home with your panties still on, I am never speaking to you again.

If you come home with your panties still on, I am never speaking to you again.

Maddy: "Um.....William?" she said, driving up the narrow dirt road. "Is there a particular reason you keep a sword behind your backseat?" William: "Because I don't own a gun yet

We are like oil and vinegar most of the time. But when you shake us up real good, the combination is heavenly.~ Anna Segee, The Stranger in Her Bed

Toby placed his front paws on the track, looked up at Ian, and whined. "What in hell are you wearing, big man?" he asked, staring down at the dog. "It's his sweater." "That's a terrible thing to do to a noble beast," Ian muttered, grabbing the sweater by the hem and pulling it up over Toby's head. -Ian and Jessie

Well … when do you want to get married?" "Tomorrow." She burst out laughing again. "How about next spring?" "How about later this week?" "A Christmas wedding, then." "Thanksgiving." "But that's only two weeks away!" "Two damn long weeks, if you ask me.

Oh yeah; his chest still hurt from the blow she'd given him earlier, and was now throbbing quite painfully with wanting her. Keeping her lips occupied while being mindful she wasn't very limber, Ian maneuvered Jessie onto his lap and tucked her head into the crook of his arm to get serious about loving her mouth.

Fairly early on in our marriage, my husband found out that a big strong hug cured just about any ailment a woman might have. Sadness, anger, frustration, fear, low self-esteem, hopelessness, bad hair—nothing stands a chance against a powerful hug. Now I can't imagine it's easy to step up and hug an angry woman, but from the perspective of the person being hugged, I can tell you that love trumps anger every time—even when it's the hugger the huggee is angry at.

But more important, how could he prove to Olivia that she was worth not only rearranging heaven and earth and a few paltry mountains for, but also the very fabric of life?

Nothing's going to happen between us until you're ready for it to happen." She stared at him, stil clutching her stick in a death grip, then finally nodded and silently walked to her car. She let Toby in the backseat, then opened the passenger door and slid the tip of her stick on the floor to lean it against the console. "Jess," Ian said quietly. She turned, still not saying anything. "Just so long as you know that it is going to happen.

War is completely devoid of magic." He grinned again. "But ye may recall I mentioned that a strong arm is sometimes needed to help benevolence along.

Because not believing is an exercise in futility, as the magic goes about its business whether ye think it exists or not. And if ye don't believe, then why even get out of bed in the morning? Or make plans for tomorrow? Or want, or hope, or dream, or even try? Magic is what powers life, Peg. Without it, we wouldn't be able to take our next breaths.

Any requirements on what this paragon should look like?" Henry started walking backward again. "We took care of that by saying she has to smile a lot. All women are pretty when they smile.

with dear old

The sleek black aircraft reminded her of the fancy one she'd seen on Donald Trump's Apprentice show.

Having someone to tell secrets to is one of the benefits of marriage

You'd think they would have put the airport closer to the city, too. The cab ride was nearly two hours! Heck, I could have rented a car for the fare I paid." Ten to one, the cabbie also had found Willamina Kent a plump partridge and had given her the scenic tour.

Even Tidewater's computer gurus hadn't been able to trace the origin of his messages.

With barely controlled patience, then with growing amazement, Sam watched, along with everyone else, as Miss Kent pulled out the broken straps of her suitcase and set them on the table. Then came an overstuffed wallet, a ring of keys that could sink a cargo ship, three packets of airline peanuts, a packet of tissues, an address book, and a candy bar that was squished beyond recognition. She began to mutter softly, her words lost in the cavern of her purse.

Callum gave Morgan a staggering pat on the shoulder. "For an ancient man, you can be foolishly young sometimes, cousin. Living with a woman who's had her dream taken away does not bode well for a peaceful union. Hell, it can be downright dangerous." "Yeah

What do you do for a living in Maine, Miss Kent?" "I'm a casket maker.

Abram's been working for me," she said, pulling free. She touched Sam's sleeve. "He's been building his own casket.

Blame the mother," Mac interjected. "Children are what they've been taught." "I

Then again, could bed-hopping gods be any worse than the violent cartoons on TV today?