“You're collecting pieces of me, aren't you?" His voice turned thick as warm toffee, rolling over her skin, heating it. "A bit here. A bit there. Soon you'll set me out on the table, to try and fit me back… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“His chin jutted forward in a rather pugnacious manner. "I should not have to explain myself to my wife." "And I should not have… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“The scent of book leather and lemons enveloped him, and his head went light. Books and clean woman. Had God ever divined a more… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“With the suddneness of a cat leaping upon its prey, he leaned forward and caught up her wrist. "Tread lightly, Miranda Fair." His thumb… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“I’m not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I’ll have that. With a helping… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Don't pay any mind to Delilah. Our grandma Belle calls her ornery." Which is why I liked Grandma Maeve better. The nasty boy looked… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Never force something, Drew. A bolt, a pass, a game, whatever." His dark brown eyes held mine. "Force it and you'll lose. Patience and… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You know very well." Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. "You get riled up and off you go,… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“He took a quick breath, and his voice dropped. "You've no notion of the effect you have on me" The words gave a hard… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“I said I wouldn’t push you, and I meant it. But one day, Chess, you’re going to feel safe enough to let go. And… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Do you not understand?” he whispered. “I have never belonged to anyone. Not since I was a child. It is a lonely thing to… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don't want perfect. I just want you.” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“Dirt!" she shouted, no longer able to contain her ire. "Of all the gifts I could have received, I am left with dirt.” — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You never made me weak," he said, giving her a little shake. "You make me strong." His big hands smoothed up her arms. "Just… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
“You might have them all fooled, but I know the truth. You are ugly on the inside. A worthless soul who will never find… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
