I know ladies don’t sweat, but something was running down my face in great rivulets. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“Aren't you going a little overboard?" I asked, picturing a day ahead of me trying to find these items in a town I didn't… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
We should all have personal hot air balloons and drift serenely through the clouds. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“I gather you weren't keen on going back to Scotland with your brother at this time of year. I don't say I blame you.… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“Wow, holy cow, hubba hubba, gee whiz. That was some guy. Don’t tell me he’s your main squeeze!” “My what?” “Your honey. Your sugar.… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“So none of the young men we encountered during our season gave you hot pants for them? Belinda! Your language. I've been mingling with… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“It's not her fault she can't cook." "You are too nice natured, darling. You won't get anywhere in this world being kind and generous.… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
Why is it that there is this misconception that dark equals good. That only applies to chocolate. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“A man in love does not notice the cut of the dress, but rather a face of a beloved.” — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
Full of fun, over-the-top characters and witty prose, with a touch of gay romance that is equally pleasing to straight readers. The Edwin Drood… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
