...just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.
Lisa KleypasWhat are you going to call the place?" "I haven't decided yet. Carrington wants to call it Clippety-Do-Da or Hairway to Heaven . . . but I told her we have to be a little bit classier." "Julius Scissors," I suggested. "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow," Jack joined in. Liberty covered her ears. "I'll go out of business in the first week.
Lisa KleypasIt's drugs, isn't it"? Tara was so innocent. She got pulled into that glamorous lifestyle with all her rich friends...all that cocaine dust floating around, she probably inhaled some by accident, and then -' 'There's no such thing as secondhand cocaine snorting, Mom.
Lisa KleypasItโs a risk Iโm willing to take. This happens once in a lifetime. You meet someone and have this crazy reaction โฆ you touch her skin and itโs the best skin youโve ever felt, and no perfume on earth could be better than her smell, and you know you could never be bored with her because sheโs interesting even when sheโs doing nothing. Even without knowing everything about her, you get her. You know who she is, and it works for you on every level.
Lisa KleypasMost lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do a kindness for someone or bring a smile to his face, it gives your life meaning. Never doubt your value, little friend. The world would be a dismal place without you in it. (tweaked version of a passage from Scandal in Spring)
Lisa Kleypas