“Hadn’t retired reporter Stan warned him of how protective Cosimo was of his granddaughters? What if the Carusos had discovered his identity and wanted to rub him out as they’d rubbed out his father? Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“I'm blessed, for I have sinned with the best damned fuck in the universe.” — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. “Contessa.God, Contessa.” She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“Hadn’t retired reporter Stan warned him of how protective Cosimo was of his granddaughters? What if the Carusos had discovered his identity and wanted… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“The struggle to grow makes the vine work harder, extending its roots and absorbing elements that make it produce a more interesting fruit.” — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
Fills the heart with its unforgettable characters and small-town charm. A feel-good read as welcome as a favorite friend! — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“hurrying out the sliding doors pushing her purloined baggage cart—purse perched on top—hadn't been such a smart idea. But she'd only turned away for… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“blindfolded." "Tell me you're kidding," he said. But then came the screech of brakes on his left and the matching shriek of Yeager's heart.… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“Now what?” he finally asked. Téa came to stand in the doorway of her office. “Now what, what? Hey, is that you, Cal?” “Affirmative.”… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“Rebecca let out a gusty sigh. “Pregnant, I tell you. I’m definitely getting pregnant.” Her mother responded by passing over the tearful little guy.… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
“It’s… You’ve been all over the world. Been in perilous places, taken risks that stop my breath. In comparison to all that, will what… — Christie Ridgway Copy Share Image
