“A kiss, he said, is a conversation. Easing closer, he continued to speak as he caressed her cheeks with featherlight stokes of his thumbs. "A first kiss", his lips neared hers, is an introduction and then his mouth brushed against… — 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
“Dirt!" she shouted, no longer able to contain her ire. "Of all the gifts I could have received, I am left with dirt.” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You never made me weak," he said, giving her a little shake. "You make me strong." His big hands smoothed up her arms. "Just… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You might have them all fooled, but I know the truth. You are ugly on the inside. A worthless soul who will never find… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
