Quotes from Regina Jennings

don't you forget that those stinky smells have a purpose. Without the barnyard, there'd be no bacon. Without the fertilizer..." He waved his hand over the garden before turning again to Matthew. "Don't be afraid to deal with the mess, son. The sweetest moments come from the most offensive fertilizer.

When are you coming back? When I'm done being gone.

But Why didn't she tell me? Why hide it?" ..."Would you brag about having a brother like me, sir?" Major Adams cut him a sharp look, then with a shrug seemed to accept his excuse...which was fairly insulting, if Bradley thought about it...

He was insane. She'd thrown her lot in with a moonstruck fool. "Yes,

Wait for me, Molly. I finally have my pa's blessing. He's even helping me find a position in Lockhart. As soon as I'm settled, I'll come calling, but I can't court you now. I can't keep stepping out with you until we're ready to wed. Will you wait?" With

More time, Molly. That's all I'm asking. I want to do right by you." His dark eyes traveled to her lips. "It'll be worth the wait. I promise." And he left her alone before the empty altar. Molly

But never close the door. As long as she has breath, she can change.

She belonged to him. How could she sit within arm's reach—in his grasp, even—and allow another man to call her lovey? Molly knew better. He

He'd need something to fill his lonely nights, because Molly sure as shooting wasn't interested in him any longer.

A common man would decide that pursuing his ladylove was more pleasurable than questioning a restaurant manager. A rich man could decide to let someone else do the hard work, and take up the courting immediately. But Graham believed in seeing things through. The same strength of character that meant he wouldn't stop until the smugglers had been caught meant that once the way was free to secure willow's hand, he'd pursue that just as vigorously.

What would God think of her, sitting in this chapel, pretending to be holy? He knew the truth. He knew she was no friend of His.

think you'd put the horses in the house, though," he guffawed.

There are certain milestones in romance novels that are celebrated — the meet-cute, the first kiss, the declaration of love. One that's often overlooked, maybe because it's particular to historical fiction, is the first time they use their given names. Here's to all the "Please call me...." scenes!

You know, I hope you don't judge

Sweetheart, there's not enough money in the world to make messing with you worth it—not unless I was plumb crazy about you." From

She raised her eyes to meet Bailey's across the table. If he didn't stop grinning at her, her parents would suspect something. Molly stretched her foot out until she found his, and then gave him a good kick in the shin. The boyish glee didn't leave his face. He merely winked and tucked his napkin into his collar.

He still loved her. When she'd left him, the thought of her with another man almost drove him to lunacy.

Before Thomas could say a word, before Molly could protest, Bailey leaned over the table and kissed her firmly on the lips—on the lips, in the dining room, under the crystal chandelier that swayed when she opened her eyes. "Bailey, I told you that until we're wed you're to pretend there's no agreement." "Must've forgot." He picked up his hat and strutted out the door before her shocked father could stop him.

The priceless artifacts that passed through her hands amazed her. The beauty, the craftsmanship, the history – she sighed. If only she could spend more time alone with the treasures and less time with the pretentious buyers.

Wyatt dared a look at her. Jaw set, eyes mistrustful. She didn't want to be there. He didn't want her there. Maybe they could work together?

But something new was coming. God was at work here. His soul told him to prepare. Good or bad, change was ahead.

He couldn't deny the hole he was in, but could the uppity young miss who kept his head spinning be the answer he was looking for?

then. She needed to make a decision. "Which room is yours?" Weston tugged at the bottom of his vest with both hands, pulling it tight against his body. "Uh, you can stay wherever you want.

I'm sorry, Molly, but people are always reminding me of what happened. It's going to be hard to explain to everyone that . . . that I still love you." Molly