“I know he’s had his problems in the past… “He can’t keep his hands off a liquor bottle at the best of times, and he still hasn’t accepted the loss of his wife!” “I sent him to a therapist over… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“Go ahead. Ask me who the father is.” He only smiled. “Do I look that stupid to you?” She pushed back her short hair… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“So the bloodline wasn’t pure.” He shook his head. “It was an excuse, like all the other excuses. I liked my life as it… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“You need a battle plan,” Matt advised. “I never left the base without detailed reconnaissance and a battle plan. It’s why I came home… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Yes?” he said impatiently. There was a pause. “You wouldn’t believe how many people I had to bribe to get this new number of… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Leta walked to the door and opened it with a ready smile for Colby Lane. And found herself looking straight into the eye of… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Pity Matt didn’t help him through a window instead of over a sofa,” she grumbled. “He needs an attitude adjustment.” — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Leta will manage. She’s tough. But Tate is going to learn some things that will hurt him badly. I think he should hear it… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Is the world really a better place now that nothing is considered bad? People just do what they want, with anyone. How is that… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“You were just in South Dakota a couple of weeks ago,” he pointed out. “Why didn’t you get it then?” “It wasn’t available then.”… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“I know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate won’t like you staying with me.” “I don’t care,” she said… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Oh, it’s a little worse than that,” he said, nettled. “It makes you the illegitimate son of the senior Republican senator from South Dakota.… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“A little drop of Native American blood was exciting and unique. But a full-blooded Native American…she was horrified.” Cecily’s opinion of the legendary Maureen… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“She pulled the shawl closer as a tall, lithe figure cut across the parking lot and joined her at the passenger door. “You’re already… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
