“I’m not sorry it happened. Now that I really think about it, I’m not sorry at all.” She reached for a tall… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Arianna and I walked side by side along the route that led through the center of Sanctuary the next day. All but invisible, or… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
I enjoy heroines who grow and come into their own during the course of a story. — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“I don't like you, Jack. You know that, right ?" "Right. No more than I like you, Brigham." "And I'm not afraid of this… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“You've felt guilty ever since, haven't you? That's why you're such a rogue reporter, with your exposés and your inside dirt. It's all backlash."… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“ARE MY CHILDREN still alive?" Sara Prague asked the question in a quiet, steady voice that he heard very clearly despite the noise around… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Turning, she unlocked the next door and went through it to the larger part of the” — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
It was because a great-looking man with no apparent mental defects found her attractive. Imagine feeling so buoyant over something so juvenile. — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
Readers will stand up and cheer for Karen Fox's Prince of Charming! Finally, a heroine who's a real woman. Finally, a hero who knows… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Lonely is better than used, Brigit. Besides, who the hell is there to trust? Who do you suggest I start with?” — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Dark clouds skittered over the half moon, making shadows on her face, and the wind coming off the lake, whipped more of her hair… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
“Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her… — Maggie Shayne Copy Share Image
