“Arianna and I walked side by side along the route that led through the center of Sanctuary the next day. All but invisible, or we tried to be. We’d honed our talent for blending in with our surroundings, drawing so… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Arianna and I walked side by side along the route that led through the center of Sanctuary the next day. All but invisible, or… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
I enjoy heroines who grow and come into their own during the course of a story. — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“I don't like you, Jack. You know that, right ?" "Right. No more than I like you, Brigham." "And I'm not afraid of this… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“You've felt guilty ever since, haven't you? That's why you're such a rogue reporter, with your exposés and your inside dirt. It's all backlash."… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“ARE MY CHILDREN still alive?" Sara Prague asked the question in a quiet, steady voice that he heard very clearly despite the noise around… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Turning, she unlocked the next door and went through it to the larger part of the” — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
It was because a great-looking man with no apparent mental defects found her attractive. Imagine feeling so buoyant over something so juvenile. — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
Readers will stand up and cheer for Karen Fox's Prince of Charming! Finally, a heroine who's a real woman. Finally, a hero who knows… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Lonely is better than used, Brigit. Besides, who the hell is there to trust? Who do you suggest I start with?” — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Dark clouds skittered over the half moon, making shadows on her face, and the wind coming off the lake, whipped more of her hair… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
