Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids. — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“But he didn’t seem surprised to see her. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey, yourself.’ Okay, that was stupid. Her grandmother used to say Hey, yourself. Great, she… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“You have no idea how much I appreciate your friendship,” Jules said. Sam held out several bills. “Yeah, actually I do,” he said. “It’s… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Colleen glanced up from her conversation with the station-wagon mom and caught him looking at her butt. Help.” — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
Marriage equality is coming, and not merely to a theater near you. — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“I love her.” Bobby said it aloud, to the door, knowing Wes couldn’t hear him over the sound of his own knocking. “I’m in… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“God, I want her in my life,” he said aloud. “What am I going to do, Wes?” No one answered.” — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Then...you want to tell me what's going on with you and Deck?" Lindsey asked. "Nothing's going on," Tracy started to say, but changed it… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force! — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Vic, of course, clasped Max’s hand, obviously sizing him up, doing that macho squeeze thing that drove Gina nuts. “He’s younger than I remember,”… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
I remain convinced that the most valuable use of time for a newly published author is to write a second book that's even better… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
