He lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved… — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
“The intensity of his expression caused her to tentatively ask, “What?” “I’ve never been a big fan of the missionary position.” Not quite sure… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
'Slow Heat in Heaven' was my 'breakout' or 'crossover' book, and I loved the freedom I felt writing it. — Sandra Brown Copy Share
People don't care how smart woman is as long as she's charming and gay and pretty. — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“Ella almost cried out in relief upon seeing him. Conrad released her hand and spun around to see who’d interrupted his bullying. “Afternoon,” — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“Don’t be afraid of loving this man, Maria had told her. Don’t be afraid. Her slender fingers closed around the warm shaft with its… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“Whatever else you were about to say, don't. Don't look at me all calf-eyed. Don't nurse any romantic options about me just because I… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
I try to weave a secret into each plot. It's the thread that holds the rest of the story fabric together. In fact, it's… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“That all any of us has to give is our best. if we do that. we succeed, no matter what the outcome.” — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“...He called up the numbness with which he armed himself to get through each day.” — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“Love was a word that poets and songwriters used. They vested the emotion with tremendous powers over the human heart and mind, but they… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story. — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“her top and into the elastic waistband of the baggy pants. He lightly ground the heel of his” — Sandra Brown Copy Share
“Her fingers dug into the flesh of his hips as his own passion peaked. His face was buried in her neck and her skin… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or… — Sandra Brown Copy Share
