I love writing Christmas stories, especially of the historical variety. — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“Cause I’m not a stray cat or something you found by the side of the road.” Tully grinned. “You mean like Kyle?” Tully leaned over and said, “His daddy don’t like to talk about it, but he picked Kyle up over on Jessup Road hidin’ under a car.” Kyle wanted to be mad, but he couldn’t. Not with Emma around.… — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share
“Yet in all the years she’d stared at others, Emma had never seen so many good-looking people in one place before. The nurse…gorgeous. The… — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
Being interested in a woman is quite another matter from being in love with one. — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“I shall have to drink poison if we are taken captive and forced to live in a harem.” — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“Liking something and wanting to take it for a ride are two very different things', Joslyn sais, climbing out of the truck to stand… — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“room. Angus cleared his throat, and Rafe and Kade stared down at their plates, all signs of their previous amusement” — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“It’s not smart to hold yourself away from the shocks of life, the good ones or the bad. They’re all part of the mix,… — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“You're the one with the badge," I admitted, "but I'm the one being haunted by a seven-year-old in a ballerina costume.” — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“He was a man. He should have acted more like one - thought about how all that self-indulgence might affect his daughter, if not… — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
“Oh my god" Meg ranted. "Her water just broke!" Margaret" Eve said, "get a grip - and a towel. I'll be there in five… — Linda Lael Miller Copy Share Image
