“You deserve a man who would go through the trenches for you, Holly. You're worth the wait.” — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“You want to dance with me?” “Now? Here?” “Sun’s almost gone. In my book it couldn't get more perfect, throwing back a vanilla root… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“The idea of staying is new to me, you know. I spent the last decade trying to convince myself that things I remembered here… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“I promise you, from this day on, you ever ask me to dance and I’m there.” “Even though it's not your favorite pastime?” “I… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t a warrior, but she wasn’t a princess, either. She was somewhere in between, trying to figure out whether there was ice in… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Gatlin Moore. Her immediate reaction was to shrink from his scrutiny, but instead she sat a little straighter. He witnessed her exit all those… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Stretching her hand over, she barely brushed her fingertips across his pinky. He twisted his hand until his palm faced up, running his fingers… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“I've been getting tired of writing stories in the stars. Maybe we can write something in the good old Arkansas dirt. ~Holly” — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Loving you isn’t fluff and sunshine, Hunter. Loving you . . . it’s seeped into my bones. Loving you is part of who I… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Crazy thing about dirt roads. Get very much rain and they’d pack down like tracks of clay, sticking to tires and caking to the… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” “I don’t know about that.” “‘Course you don’t, ‘cause you wouldn't think that way. You’d… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
