“He likes you,” Miss Dove said, sounding surprised. “Yes,” Harry answered with an unhappy sigh. He had long ago accepted the fact that cats adored him. The reason, of course, was because both God and cats had the same perverse… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“This was why I did what I did," she whispered. "I looked at those men at the ball, and I thought of that night… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“Olivia watched him through a blur of tears, despising the futility of it. For there was nothing she could say to comfort a man… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“Pardon me for not being willing to commit my entire future to you based on two kisses and a blueberry muffin.” — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“I enjoyed reading when I was a boy, but these days, I read all the time and it has rather taken the pleasure out of it for me. When I am at leisure, reading is the last thing I want to do.” “That makes sense, I suppose. But for me, reading is an adventure. It makes me an armchair traveler… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share
“This was the dawn of a new day, and a new Emma Dove. Never again was she going to sit by while life went on around her. Never again was she going to wait for fate to hand her what she wanted. From now on, she was going to reach out and grab her dreams and not let go. She… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share
“No one judging her by her appearance would dream that Miss Daphne Wade had a rather salacious habit of staring at her employer's naked… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“Ian!" she cried, afraid to believe it. "I don’t want you to ever regret that you married me." He smiled, and his fingertips caressed her cheeks. "Regret it? How could I?" You are my passionate Italian wife. You are the woman who is going to give me children and whose bed I intend to sleep in every night. You’re the… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share
“It's time love," he murmured, nuzzling her throat, kissing her ear. "I've waited so long. I can't wait any longer have you.” — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“He tilted her face upward as if he meant to kiss her. Shocked, Maria resisted, glancing toward the people at the table, some of… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“Shakespeare's Iago could be played as a soul in hell, driven, dark and desperate, willing to do anything, willing to use anyone, in order… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“As far back as I can remember, whenever you used to look at me, your face would light up as if someone had lit… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
