“She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering. "Pardon?" "Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope for a new beginning." She took a sniff of the delicate blossoms and then shyly glanced over at… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“She started to rise, for she feared Dash might become angry, lose his temper as he had before with Finn, but this Dash, this… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“She wished him at her side this very moment. If only to turn it all to rights by doing his very best to turn… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“That did it. With his masculine pride completely trampled beneath her sturdy and practical heel, Jack made a vow. The moment this ends, I… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“He said someday I would come home and regret ever leaving." She murmured something, perhaps her own remembrance of a place lost. "Do you?"… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“Don't you think Lady Standon deserves a man who sets her heart afire? Don't you deserve the same?" She leaned forward and poked him… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“Hollindrake once wrote to me that the men who fight for a cause, a noble one, have more honor than any mere gentleman. –… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“Sometimes there is naught you can do for a man, save stand quietly beside him and believe. (Advice to Felicity Langley from her Nanny… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering. "Pardon?" "Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope for a… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“Enough, Aunt Josephine," Jack said, cutting her off, ignoring the stubborn light in her eyes. Oh, she was a Tremont all right, and one… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“There are things a man can’t undo, that a man can’t disavow. But time has a way of making one see what is important,… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“The storm has passed." He nodded toward the clearing skies. "The stars have come out." He paused and gazed upward. "I miss them when… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“Never hide your light, for how else is a man to notice you? Your spark, your fire, is your most cherished possession.” — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
