“But honor, Thomas conceded wryly, born late blooms strong.” — Connie Brockway Flowers Copy Share Image
Find out what people want to do, then tell them to do it. They'll think you're a genius. — Connie Brockway Genius Copy Share Image
You can figure out what the villain fears by his choice of weapons. — Connie Brockway Choice Copy Share Image
“If it's got a beard or a battery, you're going to have trouble with it.” — Connie Brockway Beard Copy Share Image
Charm is getting people to say "yes" without ever having to ask them a question. — Connie Brockway Charm Copy Share Image
“Some days you're the cockroach, some days you're the boot heel.” — Connie Brockway Cockroach Copy Share Image
An intelligent lady, a little too mature for recklessness, a little too young for caution. — Connie Brockway Caution Copy Share Image
“Who of us would have ended up where we are if someone hadn't had the good sense to interfere with us?” — Connie Brockway Good sense Copy Share Image
Conscience is like a pet: If you spoil it by too much attention it'll start yipping at the most inopportune times. — Connie Brockway Attention Copy Share Image
You are my country, Desdemona. ... My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining. — Connie Brockway Country Copy Share Image
“Because every time you said my name, it would touch your lips.” His voice lost its hard edge, grew as dark and… — Connie Brockway Gaze Copy Share Image
“Did you think I wouldn’t know you? That I don’t carry the imprint of you burned into my skin?” he demanded in… — Connie Brockway Demanded Copy Share Image
“She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured. She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him.… — Connie Brockway Abused Copy Share Image
“The heart doesn’t ask permission. It is singularly unconcerned with the qualifications of those it chooses to love. It mocks the intellect,… — Connie Brockway Heart Copy Share Image
“You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant, and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert… — Connie Brockway Patriotism Copy Share Image
She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the… — Connie Brockway Creeds Copy Share Image
“Resist demonstrating that your worldliness was more fiction than fact,” he whispered. “You, Lady Agatha, in the common parlance with which you… — Connie Brockway Fact Whispered Copy Share Image
I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you… — Connie Brockway Age Copy Share Image
“I love you,” she whispered, gazing up into his pale gray eyes. He smiled crookedly, for a moment looking at her with… — Connie Brockway Gray eyes Copy Share Image
She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen… — Connie Brockway Chased Copy Share Image
“Come on, Avery." Fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her voice shook. "Wake up, damn it!" She sobbed, rocking forward and back, her… — Connie Brockway Gaze Copy Share Image
“she was as unused to seeing tenderness in a man's eyes as she was to being caught off guard. Admiration? Amusement? Yes.… — Connie Brockway Desire Copy Share Image
“I fear I am once more in your debt, Mr. Owens,” she said, her voice shaking just a bit. “Think nothing of… — Connie Brockway Said Calmly Copy Share Image
“Avery?" she whispered. He gathered her closer, his eyes still closed. "Avery?" "Shh." His voice was low and infinitely sad. "Hush. Tomorrow's… — Connie Brockway Love Copy Share Image
“Marry me,” he said, searching her eyes for some sign, some indication of how to proceed. Her gaze held his. His heart… — Connie Brockway Feeling lost Copy Share Image
“I love you, Ginesse. Don't you see? You are my Zerzura. You are my undiscovered country, both my heart's destination and journey.… — Connie Brockway Love Copy Share Image
“He stood staring down at her a second before raking his hand through his hair. “What the devil am I—Damnation!” “Probably,” Evelyn… — Connie Brockway Startled Copy Share Image
“They locked him in the stockade for four days. No other prisoners occupied the other cells that ran the length of the… — Connie Brockway Prisoners Copy Share Image
“Why did you refuse to marry me then?” he demanded. She should be quiet; she should just stay mute. But she was… — Connie Brockway Help yourself Copy Share Image
“You can’t carry me out your front door in the middle of the day and drop me on the sidewalk!” “I wasn’t… — Connie Brockway Front door Copy Share Image
“How can you love me?” she asked, forcing herself to say the words that would kill the tenderness in his eyes. “You… — Connie Brockway Fall in love Copy Share Image
“Will you honor your note, Mr. Powell?” she asked, ignoring his nonsense. He leaned back, his hands curling around the edge of… — Connie Brockway Gaze Copy Share Image
“No mask you might don, whether cast in gold or comprised of dust, can disguise you from me. In a thousand ways… — Connie Brockway Breath Copy Share Image
