“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
