He was the kind of man everyone would fall in love with, even if they didn't want to.

Do you see these hands?" Jo said, holding them up. "These were made for caressing handsome men and meant to be adorned with pretty nails and diamond rings. They're not made for paint rollers and paint splatter and that kind of manual labor.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life.

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.

I think that setting a novel in a small town taps into a sense of nostalgia among readers. People tend to believe life is different in small towns, and frankly, it is different.

She was a stranger now, but she'd been a friend once, and that was enough for him.

What happens in the past, is in the past. But don't be surprised if it comes back and haunts you.