“[S]he hardly deserved to be labeled a witch.' 'I find it hard to believe anyone could take such a thing seriously. This… — Connie Brockway Dark ages 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
“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 Dozen Copy Share Image
“Beverly?” she said. “Lady Evelyn.” “Are you a confirmed misogynist or am I special?” His smile was sublime. “My appreciation of the… — Connie Brockway Gratitude Copy Share Image
The lower your decolletage, the less the need for conversation. — Connie Brockway Communication Copy Share Image
“It looks fine, Beverly.” “I grow faint at such praise.” “Don’t let it go to your head. We still have, what? Another… — Connie Brockway 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
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
“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 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
“He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself… — Connie Brockway Desdemona Copy Share Image
“If it's got a beard or a battery, you're going to have trouble with it.” — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“He wanted her. Her. Nothing could take that away from her. Ever. He wanted her, not the status he thought her purloined… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
“Where will you go? What will you do?" he demanded. "That need be no concern of yours--" "The hell it isn't!" he… — Connie Brockway Every moment 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
“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
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
“She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured. She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him.… — Connie Brockway 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
“Will you honor your note, Mr. Powell?” she asked, ignoring his nonsense. He leaned back, his hands curling around the edge of… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
