“As I've said before," she scoffed, "you're different." "How am I different?" his exasperation was clear. "Well, it seems you are my… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“As I've said before," she scoffed, "you're different." "How am I different?" his exasperation was clear. "Well, it seems you are my… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“There was something about her eagerness and her innocence- about the passion that flared in her eyeseven as she delivered such exquisite… — 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
