“She bit her lower lip hard and blinked her eyes. There was such wistfulness and longing in his voice. Oh, she was… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“She looked at him, her eyes brimming with laughter again. Joel sat gazing at her, wondering how much attention she was drawing… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“What happened was pain and pleasure and shock and satisfaction all rolled into one. Pain as he withdrew and thrust over and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“He did not immediately answer. Their eyes locked and neither looked away. Camille swallowed as he pushed away from the counter and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Where was Bewcastle? But then he was there, standing on the terrace some distance away, and such was the power of his… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“This was it. This was what she had longed for throughout the lonely years of her girlhood. Suddenly she felt lonelier than… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“You must be a good girl.” “Yes, Uncle,” she said. “A pity, though,” he said. “His assets and mine combined, Cass. Ah, well, Mr.… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Ah, but dreams cannot be captured with promises," he said. "Like water, they elude our grasp. But water is the staff of life. I… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“What sort of man could you love for a lifetime?" he asked her. She was silent for a while. He guessed that she was… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Sometimes children do not realize by how fragile a thread their security hangs. Perhaps it is as well they do not - most of… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Sometimes love was to be grasped in any form and in any manner it was offered. And sometimes love must be given in the… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“When we last out at ourselves for having lost control, we are reminded that we never can be in total control, that all life… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“This is your home,’ he said. ‘You are mistress of Finchley Park, Vanessa. You may do whatever you wish.’ Her smile broadened. ‘Within reason,’… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“She bit her lower lip hard and blinked her eyes. There was such wistfulness and longing in his voice. Oh, she was going to… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“One could not change the past anyway. Why let it blight the present and the future?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
