Quote by Connie Brockway Download Open image ““Toffs?” Jack kept his eyes averted from his”” — Connie Brockway ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“I would not have taken you on.” Jack’s hands were clenched tightly in his lap, working against each other, sweating. Officious little prick, officious… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“No you don't," he said. "The corpses can wait." I wasn't sure if he was referring to me or the screen. I would've asked… — Brodi Ashton Copy Share Image
“She tried to pull away, but Jacks held tight, knotting her hair in his fist and keeping his forehead pressed to hers. 'Please, Little… — Stephanie Garber Copy Share Image
“I noticed Jack wasn’t drinking, and that departure from his normal behavior concerned me as much as everything else I was seeing. He raked… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“—I told Jack.— And? Matthew sighed. —And.— What does that mean? —You’re in my eyes.— A vision began, and I saw a blur of… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“Jack glanced toward the dressing room, not believing that all the time he had been with her, she had been half-naked...” — Terry Spear Copy Share Image
“Jack turned, and it was just as well he was looking at me rather than at the audience for never, I swear, did such… — Mary Brown Copy Share Image
“Then Jack takes me in his arms, and although I am still distraught, I cannot help but notice how well I fit in them,… — Alex Flinn Copy Share Image
“I lay in the darkness, a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Within minutes, I heard Jack's even breathing signaling that he… — Andrea Smith Copy Share Image
“[S]he hardly deserved to be labeled a witch.' 'I find it hard to believe anyone could take such a thing seriously. This isn't the… — Connie Brockway 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 going to.”… — Connie Brockway 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 a dazzled… — Connie Brockway 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 times before,… — Connie Brockway 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 fairer sex… — Connie Brockway 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 six rooms… — 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 waiting outside… — Connie Brockway 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 beat in… — Connie Brockway 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 joke, the… — Connie Brockway 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 agreed. He… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
