“Savannah, I’ve been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one’s ever heard anything about,… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“But one look at Wildcard's face, and he knew there was trouble. Problem? he signaled. Wildcard responded with an obscene gesture that… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone,’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise.” — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“As Ian popped the lock and opened the car door, he turned to Phoebe. “Can you do me a favour?” She immediately… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.” — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“[describing Aaron, hero's brother] His hair was shorter and lighter, and his eyes were more green than blue. And even though he… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“What the hell was she doing on the nonhostage side of a handgun?” — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“I figured it was probably best for me to leave that bicycle back there for a real emergency.” — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“From her vantage point, looking up at [Ian] through the water-spotted and slightly blurry lenses of her glasses, he was quite literally… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“As Ian looked at her, he felt something in his chest slip and shift. The pressure came with a blood-tingling rush of… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“I’m not the one who kissed you in the bathroom. In case you’re thinking I forgot about that, or somehow missed it,… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Then it’s a deal, we’re friends.” […] “Can we just make one conditional rule here? That if we get into a situation… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“… now that I’m stuck here for an undetermined amount of time, it seems beyond foolish not to let me help.” She… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“We shouldn’t do this,” he said again as he looked up into her eyes. “But, God, I want to. I just …”… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“This is what we, in the con business, call making a spectacle of ourselves. Let’s try to avoid that from now on.”… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“[Prince Stefan’s] family was of Eastern European descent, with some real royalty thrown in via a connection to Vlad the Impaler—who hung… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Was it really called dry humping, if they did it underwater? Probably not. Crying shame that they both had their jeans on,… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Do you think,” she said, “instead of having sex, we could make love?” “I’d love that,” Ken whispered.” — 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
