“His gut was stitched up good and tight, but that didn’t prevent it from flopping. He wiped his damp palms on the legs of his jeans and stood up shakily, leaning heavily on his cane. He called himself a masochist… — 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 Image
'Slow Heat in Heaven' was my 'breakout' or 'crossover' book, and I loved the freedom I felt writing it. — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
People don't care how smart woman is as long as she's charming and gay and pretty. — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“...He called up the numbness with which he armed himself to get through each day.” — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story. — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
“her top and into the elastic waistband of the baggy pants. He lightly ground the heel of his” — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
