A witty vicar once said that a good marriage is like a pair of scissors with the couple inseparable joined, often moving in opposite directions, yet always destroying anyone who comes between them. The trick is for the blades to… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share Image
“Softly he continued, "You need to ask God for forgiveness. That's His job, isn't it? To forgive imperfect humankind. You are quick to forgive… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
Like cats and ice cream, showers were among life's simple, uncomplicated pleasures. — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“Once we begin our journey, it would be appropriate if you show a groveling desire to please your employer.” Juliet raised her eyebrows loftily.… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“The moment was like a tear in the fabric of their love play; underneath, the dark waters of past and future anguish lent poignancy… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“But she had never known that a man could want a woman and not take her because he did care. There was something very… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“The only power she wanted over him was the power to make him happy. . . . She wanted them to be equal in… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“Winning her would be like coaxing a butterfly to land on his hand. Patience, gentleness, and perhaps a prayer or two would be required.” — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“Things have been going wrong for years. Only desperation could have driven me to seek the aid of a reprobate like you." Seeing the… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“Because you loved, you promised. You must try harder to keep that promise.” — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“Lie back and enjoy, Clarissima. Last night was a synopsis. Now it's time for the unabridged version.” — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“Lady Alys, you have dimples,” he said accusingly. Caught, Alys blushed. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I think God made a mistake and… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“I’ve been called many things in my life, but never a sacrificial penguin.” — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
“If he chose, he could help this girl, but what was the point of saving one little whore? It would make no difference to… — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share
