“The drawing Anna was thinking of wasn't particularly wicked, not so far as drawings in Anover House went. It was a colored sketch of a young man and woman embracing in a sun-dappled garden. Her embarrassment was not in the… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“She might ban me from the library." "The marvelous thing about libraries is that their contents can be easily moved.” — Alissa Johnson Copy Share Image
“Regrets are like mistresses," he informed her. "I ..." Her hand dropped from the handle. "What?" "Good men don't have them." She blinked at that, then broke into a soft laughter that sent pleasant chills along his skin. "That is the most ridiculous adage I have ever heard." "I'm foxed," he pointed out and shrugged. "I'm cleverer when ... cleverer?… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“Do you mean to stay on at Caldwell?" "For a time," he replied. It took all her courage and determination to meet his eyes. "Then we've time to know each other." She'd issued exactly two invitations for friendship in her life, both of them to Max. God willing, this one would fare better than the last. His smile was slow… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“After Mrs. Culpepper, Max probably knew more about her than any other person in her life. They were the only two people who knew of her dream to buy a country cottage. And he was the only one to know of her silly wish for a hound. Which, now that she thought on it, was a sad state of affairs,… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“How had things gone so terribly wrong? She wasn't supposed to be returning to Murdoch House in defeat, and she most certainly was not supposed to be returning alone. Lilly should be there. And Gideon. High-handed, muleheaded, wonderful Gideon. She'd never admitted it, not even to herself, but a part of her had expected him to come back to Murdoch… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“Choose the one you want," he told her. She giggled as the puppy contorted itself in an effort to lick her hand without rolling off its back. "Oh, you are silly, aren't you? Just the silliest little ..." Her hand stilled on the puppy. Her eyes shot to his. "What did you just say?" "Choose which pup you'd like as… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“Dreams of freedom and country cottages were all well and good, but Anna rather thought that she was nothing, if not practical. She would likely never have that cottage, never have true freedom. And she would almost certainly never have a chance such as this again. Let them call her the Ice Maiden of Anover House, she thought. She would… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“Max offered his hand. "One of us needs to take the higher road, sweet." Again, the use of an endearment. What the devil had… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share Image
“The drawing Anna was thinking of wasn't particularly wicked, not so far as drawings in Anover House went. It was a colored sketch of a young man and woman embracing in a sun-dappled garden. Her embarrassment was not in the nudity portrayed ... well, not all the embarrassment ... it was in the sentiment. The couple were entwined in each… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share
“She's from your world. Your presence might well put her at ease." "We live in the same world, Lucien," Max drawled. "I just know… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share Image
“He'd become so accustomed to having her there, right there next to him, that he found he could no longer go the day without… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share Image
“Much of how a person defined himself was through his interactions with the world. When that world was very small, it probably felt as… — Alissa Johnson Copy Share Image
