I feel able to comfort myself emotionally, and this keeps my heart open. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Yes Simon. He was in control. He was ruining her for all others. And she did not care.” — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“It wasn't that she thought highly of herself. It was that she thought highly of the promise of more.” — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
She had wanted more than she could have. She had wanted him, and more... she had wanted him to want her. In… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
But there, in that remarkable room, surrounded by a laughing, rollicking, unseeing collection of London's brightest and wickedest, Pippa's knowledge of anatomy… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
At the heart of every successful romance novel lies the evolution of its characters. Through love, heroes and heroines grow not only… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
She did not want to be that woman - the one of whom they spoke. She had never planned to be that… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
Even as she’d come to know the real Ralston—the Ralston who was not cut from heroic cloth—Callie had failed to see the… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“You think my feelings toward you apathetic? You think you bore me?” “Don’t I?” He shook his head slowly, continuing toward her, stalking her… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
He raked his fingers through his hair. "She doesn't need me." Ralston smirked. "You are laboring under that mistaken impression that it is their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“Do you love him?' Isabel paused at the question ... She caught a glimpse of herself in a long looking glass, noting her shape… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“What do I win?” she whispered in his ear. He grinned. “What would you like?” “You.” So simple. So perfect. “I am yours,” he… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
By the time I was 10 or 12, I had discovered the lure of the romance genre - and the dusty copy of 'The… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“She leveled Penelope with a look. “Penelope, you must think, darling! When your father dies! What then?” Lord Needham looked up from his pheasant.… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
In books by women and for women, it should come as no surprise that heroines are the heroes of the action, finding themselves, their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“She did not know how long he stood caressing her before he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed his mouth to the… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
No doubt, much of the joy of a great romance is the moment when these stoic heroes crack open and reveal themselves to their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
