You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
...I have to tell you that I'm not all that comfortable with the idea of spending the rest of my life sleeping next to… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
Life sure is easier when you're rich." "And a natural born charmer. Don't forget that part." "How could I?" she retorted. "It's the only… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
“You're not my matchmaker any longer. But we're still friends, and in the interest of our friendship we need to discuss page thirteen." "Page… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
The final cover for 'Heroes Are My Weakness' feels exactly right. It reflects the cold, wintry setting of an isolated island off the coast… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
“People will always try to steal your power. When you do well, they’ll say it’s only because you’re rich and your parents are big… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
“And Eth couldn't help looking. It's been years since he's seen a beautiful naked woman in the flesh. I'd be worried about him if… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
“As she gazed into those cool blue eyes, something strange happened in the vicinity of her middle. She suddenly felt like a hungry woman… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
“Did you eat my Twinkies?" She gulped. Keeping her eyes glued to the whip, she said, "Exactly what Twinkies are we talking about?" "The… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
