“His chin jutted forward in a rather pugnacious manner. "I should not have to explain myself to my wife." "And I should… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“With the suddneness of a cat leaping upon its prey, he leaned forward and caught up her wrist. "Tread lightly, Miranda Fair."… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“I feel you," he said, "whether stalking me through the streets of London, or hiding behind a screen in my library.” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“What is beauty or ugliness but a false front that prompts man to make assumptions rather than delving deeper.” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil" His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft. "My lord?" she ventured, only half serious. "Good, God,… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“His chin jutted forward in a rather pugnacious manner. "I should not have to explain myself to my wife." "And I should not have… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“The scent of book leather and lemons enveloped him, and his head went light. Books and clean woman. Had God ever divined a more… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“With the suddneness of a cat leaping upon its prey, he leaned forward and caught up her wrist. "Tread lightly, Miranda Fair." His thumb… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“I’m not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I’ll have that. With a helping… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Don't pay any mind to Delilah. Our grandma Belle calls her ornery." Which is why I liked Grandma Maeve better. The nasty boy looked… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Never force something, Drew. A bolt, a pass, a game, whatever." His dark brown eyes held mine. "Force it and you'll lose. Patience and… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You know very well." Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. "You get riled up and off you go,… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“He took a quick breath, and his voice dropped. "You've no notion of the effect you have on me" The words gave a hard… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“I said I wouldn’t push you, and I meant it. But one day, Chess, you’re going to feel safe enough to let go. And… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Do you not understand?” he whispered. “I have never belonged to anyone. Not since I was a child. It is a lonely thing to… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don't want perfect. I just want you.” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
