“At eight-thirty that night Ian stood on the steps outside Elizabeth’s uncle’s town house suppressing an almost overwhelming desire to murder Elizabeth’s butler, who seemed to be inexplicably fighting down the impulse to do bodily injury to Ian. “I will… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“What, may I ask, does your one truck contain if not gowns?” Inspiration struck, and Elizabeth smiled radiantly. “Something of great value. Priceless value,”… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“When she was turning the bacon, he came up behind her, his hands settling on her waist as he peered over her shoulder. “That… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“At five minutes to five,Jim walked into Mary's office, wearing his gray sweater and balancing four pieces of birthday cake on two plates. He… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“To have him look at her as if she was a piece of office equipment whose presence offended him but whom he was obliged… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Am I to assume the Valerie I was introduced to earlier was the Valerie of our greenhouse notes?” He realized his mistake the instant… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“How ‘bout some coffee?” Jake said as he hurried over to the coffee pot on the stove and filled a mug with the remainder… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“He bowed politely to Hortense, who tipped her head toward the elderly gray-haired lady beside her, who seemed to be dozing, her head drooping… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“He finished his meeting a few minutes later and almost rudely ejected his business acquaintances from his library, then he went in search of… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“When I’m under stress,” he emphasized, sliding the magnificent emerald onto her finger, “I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We're the ones who can't forget. — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Lady Thornton, how very good of you to find the time to pay us a social call! Would it be too pushing of me… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“The truth is that I want you. I have always wanted you, and you know that.” “I hate that word,” she burst out, trying… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
