We’re only human.” “One of us, anyway. The other’s a reptile.” “Harsh, Annabelle. Very harsh.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

You never get mad,” she said when their server left the table. “Except at me.” “That’s not true,” he said tightly. “Torie can get me going.” “Torie doesn’t count. You were obviously her mother in a previous life.

If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.

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

Both of you’ll just have to believe me. Emma’s one of those women who was born with… The thing is, the minute a heterosexual man looks at her, all he can think about is – well, her mouth, and – ” “Emma?” Torie’s own mouth gaped in astonishment. Patrick crossed his legs. “Maybe we’re not talking about the same person. British accent? Good appetite? Hums songs from The Lion King when she doesn’t think anybody’s listening?

She glared at him. "You're doing it again." "What?" "That thing that irritates me." "Smiling?" "Yes. That.