Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.

I don't care how much evidence the state presented. I've never for one moment believed he murdered that waitress.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

As far as I'm concerned, men like you were put on this world to entertain women like me.

He settled his hat back into position. She was a rookie in her first big game, and he’d never let her see how close she’d come to unseating a champion

When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.

There was something about a man with a shovel, and the sweat on his neck might as well have been chocolate sauce. It wasn't fair. Brains and brawns should be two separate categories, not bundled into one irresistible package. She needed to pull herself together before she went after him with a spoon. But where to start?