“Sorry . . . thank you. Good night,” she said finally. She pivoted and headed for the house. He stared blankly. Thank you, good night? Like she was Lynyrd Skynyrd, and he was a San Francisco crowd?” — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“So she was to be savagely heartbroken and then poisoned by one of their cook’s noxious herbal brews in the space of a few… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“A nondescript place, but it had inevitably changed over the years; one of the old oaks had been split by lightning and now lay… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“It’s…” She couldn’t finish. “Don’t try, Miss Redmond,” he agreed, shading his eyes. “There are honestly no suitable words, so we shall not fault… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“You shouldn't ask questions when you know at heart you'd prefer not to hear the answers.” — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“She settled upon the hound. She met its brown eyes. It blinked slowly in what she liked to think was sympathy. Neither of them… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“He had one of those chins what…” One of the innkeeper’s hands went up to squeeze his chin into two little folds. “…a chin… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“What happens next?" she whispered. Connor turned to her and smiled faintly. Always a question, that was Rebecca. There's more?" he said in mock… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“I couldn't see it because you are my heart, damn you! And how can I see my own heart if it's beating in my… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“I love you," she murmured. The words ... it was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest. He'd been ridiculous. His… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“imagine the ton would leap from London Bridge if the marquess did it first. Mind you, he’d land on a cart carrying a feather… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
