“There comes a time in every scoundrel’s life when he catches a glimpse of what he might have been. Only if he catches it in the reflection of the right woman’s eye, is there hope for reform. —From The Dulcet… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“Not the title. Not the riches. Not the bravery. Not the glory. Just the man. The simple man, standing before her, looking into her… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“A woman like Ally would have to be fought for, broken down, uncovered layer by reluctant layer. And he had the feeling that every… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“Jasmine believes in a prophecy that says she is destined to love a man named Josh Toby. Okay, fine. He could believe that. Hell,… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“Whatever he had found, it made him a better person. Maybe that's what love was, finding the person who brings out the best in… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“He lifted the book from the purse. The cover sported a painting of a stunning redhead in a long, pink gown who stared out the window over rolling green hills. The cover was slightly narrower than the rest of the book, and from underneath peeked out what looked to be a second cover. He turned the page and was startled… — Diana Holquist Copy Share
“He had her alone in the garden. Her moist lips. The moonlight in her eyes. A lesser man would be merely tempted. A greater… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“There comes a time in every scoundrel’s life when he catches a glimpse of what he might have been. Only if he catches it… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“He unwrapped the butter and dropped the entire stick into the sauté pan, an act that shocked her with its recklessness. It wasn’t like… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“She had built a safe world where love didn't matter—and now she had nothing but stuff.” — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“It was surprisingly sexy, a man in an apron. Like a man in a kilt, only with promise of dinner afterward.” — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
“Whatever is wrong in the world, there is still this; there is still us. We can attack each other until we’ve reached the core,… — Diana Holquist Copy Share Image
