“Did you know that you're very relaxing company?" he asked softly. She was not particularly pleased to hear that while she found… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Jake opened one eye and blinked confusedly at the sunlight pouring through the window high above. Disoriented, he rolled over on a… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“A-Actually, the flower that sprang up would have been the iris or larkspur, not the modern hyacinth, but that is how it… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“What does it take to make you stop?” Elizabeth flinched from the hatred in the voice she loved and drew a shaking… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“He’d promised she would be “safe,” which she now realized left a great deal of room for personal interpretation. “If I’m going… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth was standing at the edge of the grassy plateau, a few yards beyond where they’d held their shooting match. Wind ruffled… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately, the Hospital Fund Raising Committee, to which Elizabeth was assigned, spent most of its time mired down in petty trivialities and… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Oh, good. I was worried you’d taken ill.” “Why?” Elizabeth asked as she took a sip of the chocolate. It was cold… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“I can’t help thinking,” she confided when he finished answering her questions about women in India who covered their faces and hair… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“For the next twenty minutes Elizabeth asked for concessions, Ian conceded, Duncan wrote, and the dowager duchess and Lucinda listened with ill-concealed… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“What are your terms?” he asked, and he made a final effort to tip the balance of power into her hands and… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“The truth is,” she said shakily, “that I am scared to death of being here.” “I know you are,” he said, sobering,… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Normally, Bentner would have beamed approvingly at the pretty portrait the girls made, but this morning, as he put out butter and… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Straightening reluctantly, she strolled about the room with forced nonchalance, her hands clasped behind her back, looking blindly at the cobwebs in… — 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
