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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e7f41b2 | No! Loving him was not a mistake. He couldn't let her go on thinking it was. Dan lurched to his feet, flinging the book down onto the bed as he rose. He marched out of the room without a thought to his hat or his gun. Strode straight for the cabin's front door and nearly jerked it off its hinges. Time to set the woman straight. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 34cf796 | Yet he followed her, stalked her, his eyes never straying from her face. "I don't care about the books." "What?" Marietta knocked into a chair and stumbled slightly. "I don't care that you like to read those infernal Dead-Eye Dan novels," he said, his voice hard, insistent. "Shoot, I'll even buy you a new set to replace the ones you burned." He continued his advance. She continued her retreat. "You don't have to do that. I . . . I don't nee.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 7f608ee | He treated her like a china doll that needed to sit on a high shelf and be admired but never handled. Marietta didn't want to be admired from a distance. She wanted to be touched. Held. Embraced. By him. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 098fde2 | She'd not allow Daniel Barrett to escape her so easily. She'd placed a bounty on his heart, and she intended to collect. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 6fb654a | Ever since she'd come home from school three years ago, she'd been burrowing under his skin, itching like a host of chigger bites. He kept telling himself not to scratch, but invariably he did anyway, fool that he was. And here he was scratching again, thinking about her when he should be focused on the work at hand. He | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 9983ac1 | He needed to get Mollie out from under that woman's roof as soon as possible. The most desirable option being moving her into the clinic as his wife. But she deserved a proper courtship, not some rushed affair that would lend itself to whispers behind closed doors. Of course, if he were openly courting her, the hours they spent together in the clinic or on house calls could raise eyebrows as well. Jacob smacked the trunk of one of the young.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| c037166 | You are the marryin' kind. Right, Barrett?" Starting to regain his equilibrium, Dan squeezed his boss's--no, his ex-boss's--hand and smiled. "Only where Etta is concerned." "Well, then." The man's eyes actually twinkled. "Get on after it, boy. It'll take me at least twenty minutes to see to my horse." Dan" | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b6daa46 | You're wrong about one thing, though," she said. Daniel looked quizzically at her. "What?" Etta reached up to his brow and brushed his hair off his forehead with a gentle caress that set his blood to pumping. Then she tilted her head back and met his gaze. "You are a hero. My hero." And" | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 4271411 | So many problems, however infinitely varied they first appear, turn out to be matters of money. I can't tell you how much this offends me. the value of money is a scam perpetrated by those who have it over those who don't; it's Emperor's New Clothes gone global. If chimps used money and we didn't, we wouldn't admire it. We'd find it irrational and primitive. Delusional. And why gold? Chimps barter with meat. The value of meat is self-eviden.. | Karen Joy Fowler | ||
| b2a03bf | She | Karen Joy Fowler | ||
| 3a81797 | I'm not Dead-Eye Dan. I gave up chasin' bounties and don't plan on ever goin' back. I ain't a dime-novel hero, but I'm steady, I work hard, and I'll do my best to give you the life you deserve." Etta opened her mouth, but he shook his head at her, needing to get everything said at once. "I know I'm a good deal older than you, twelve years by my count, and most young ladies would probably wish for someone younger, less tarnished. I've seen a.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 1d4b67d | yet she'd let herself get distracted by vanity and worry--two of the most worthless pursuits known to womankind. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 5721aa0 | 2 Nicole gnawed on her lip as she pressed her back | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b9a1442 | postmaster's | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 9df7102 | him, | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 3615258 | completely | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| c091f77 | Josiah | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 3e13070 | collar, | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 49dc1cb | face | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 852c797 | Westcott Cottage did have a handsome prince as it turned out, and she'd just floured him like a drumstick headed for the frying pan. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 90ee7d4 | said. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 904b46d | Her heart felt like it had been thrown around like a child on a twenty-foot seesaw--exhilarating highs followed by crashing lows, only to repeat with new joys and terrifying fears. It left her light-headed, off-balance, and a tiny bit nauseated. | relatable-quotes | Karen Witemeyer | |
| 973bd5f | With a tiny cry, Eden jumped from her rocky perch and threw herself against Levi's chest. The tears she'd thought had been exhausted returned with a vengeance. Starving for comfort, for a sympathetic touch, she sobbed in gratitude as much as in grief when his arms folded around her back. "I'm here, darlin'," he crooned, caressing her hair and laying a kiss atop her head. "I'm here." He was so warm and strong. Eden longed to melt into him an.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 3197ff5 | A small cluster of white fleabane near Miss Proctor's boot drew his attention. He grinned and bent to pluck the tiny daisy-like flowers. Making a deep bow, he held the miniature bouquet out to her. "Will you accept my apology, dear lady, and erase this entire conversation from your memory?" To his great relief, she returned his smile and even dipped into a curtsy as she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, kind sir. All is forgiven." Her eyes .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 4c7928d | You're a spirited filly, Eden. I like that. One of these days you'll get used to my hand at the reins and quit your buckin'. For now, though, I'll let you have your head. Just don't go forgettin' who you belong to. Hear me? | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| ad34bcd | A child of his heart, not of his blood. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 5d485a3 | She glanced at him and winked. Gideon found himself enchanted all over again. Her clothes might be a wrinkled, mismatched mess, and strands of her hair might be sticking out at odd angles from the knot at her neck, but when he looked at her, he saw a princess. Now he just had to convince her to marry him. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 9def514 | needed | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a4b476b | Gideon lowered her onto the bed, thankful that he'd felt no evidence of stays through her gown as he carried her. As soon as he slid his arms out from under her, she rolled over onto her side and grabbed the second pillow. She snuggled the downy square to her bosom and mumbled a few unintelligible words before settling herself. An unexpected tenderness rose within him as he watched her sleep. Could there be more to his feelings than simple .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| bdcf3c4 | I'd like to build a house there someday. One with a big plate-glass window in the front so I can sip my tea and watch the flowers grow." Eden leaned into his side as she stepped around a hole dug by a ground squirrel or some other burrowing creature, and Levi couldn't help but picture himself behind that same window, moving up behind Eden to touch his lips to the sensitive skin along her neck. She'd smile and ask about his day. He'd wrap hi.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 5146b37 | Your place is with me now, Addie. I want you here. Move whatever you like. Wear whatever you like. All I care about is having you by my side. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 2938ff7 | cover. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 5617c5b | I'm not going anywhere, dear heart. I have a happy ending to write with you." Addie stiffened. "You heard that?" she muttered against his chest. Gideon chuckled, his joy too large to contain. He pulled back just enough to see her face. "Yes, I did, my little dreamer. And I plan to fulfill that duty to the best of my ability." | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 5f6699f | The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world brother. | Barnaby Rudge | ||
| 30632b9 | Unless he'd missed is guess, Miss Joanna Robbins possessed the soul of a missionary. How that had come to be when she'd been raised by an outlaw and his gang, Crockett couldn't fathom. Yet he sensed her passion. Respected it. He'd not belittle her dream. | joanna-robbins missionary-work | Karen Witemeyer | |
| 4502229 | little | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| ca73ab6 | I | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 237e3d9 | flick | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| e502cdc | He was halfway to the house, thinking to set the cabbage inside the kitchen door,when a brown blur thundered past him. Joanna Robbins tore out of the barn astride a magnificent chestnut quarter horse. She leaned forward in the saddle,hat flopping against her back, hair streaming out behind her in a wild curly mass as she urged her mount to a full-out gallop. Unable to do anything but stare, Crockett stood dumbstruck as she raced past. S.. | horseback-riding joanna-robbins jockey painting reading shy-people | Karen Witemeyer | |
| c87d868 | You've a good heart,Joanna Robbins,he said from his perch on the wagon seat. It's easy to see why Jackson admires you. | crockett-archer joanna-robbins warm-hearted | Karen Witemeyer | |
| cbb6090 | His gaze trailed over her face, memorizing each line and curve. She'd been his wife for little more than a fortnight, but she owned his heart. If anything happened to her, he'd be lost. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| c4d7bf0 | Stone rose to his feet and bent down to capture on of her hands. Dobson's not the only man you can depend on, Charlotte.She looked at him a long moment before tugging her hand free. We'll see. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| ada3e64 | He twisted his head to the side, grimacing only slightly. Then he smiled at her. The dimple in his cheek nearly undid all her hardearned control. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| f498bdf | It was Logan's job to live for God, and God's job to take care of the rest. | faith-quotes living-life-to-the-fullest religious-faith | Karen Witemeyer |