“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” “I don’t know about that.” “‘Course you don’t, ‘cause you wouldn't think that way. You’d be the guy behind the scenes tryin’ to make everyone else look good, but I see… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“You want to dance with me?” “Now? Here?” “Sun’s almost gone. In my book it couldn't get more perfect, throwing back a vanilla root… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“The idea of staying is new to me, you know. I spent the last decade trying to convince myself that things I remembered here… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“I promise you, from this day on, you ever ask me to dance and I’m there.” “Even though it's not your favorite pastime?” “I… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t a warrior, but she wasn’t a princess, either. She was somewhere in between, trying to figure out whether there was ice in… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Gatlin Moore. Her immediate reaction was to shrink from his scrutiny, but instead she sat a little straighter. He witnessed her exit all those… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Stretching her hand over, she barely brushed her fingertips across his pinky. He twisted his hand until his palm faced up, running his fingers… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“I've been getting tired of writing stories in the stars. Maybe we can write something in the good old Arkansas dirt. ~Holly” — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Loving you isn’t fluff and sunshine, Hunter. Loving you . . . it’s seeped into my bones. Loving you is part of who I… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Crazy thing about dirt roads. Get very much rain and they’d pack down like tracks of clay, sticking to tires and caking to the… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” “I don’t know about that.” “‘Course you don’t, ‘cause you wouldn't think that way. You’d… — Christina Coryell Copy Share Image
