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Quotes by Nora Roberts

Im not asking you for a second chance. I know better than that. But youve got no right to ask me to settle for sex then expect me to give up the one thing thats kept me going. I gave you up, now Im taking whats left.”“You didnt give me up,” she tossed back. “You never wanted me.”“I never wanted anything the way I wanted you. I loved you.” He dragged her painfully to her toes. “Ive always loved you. I cut my own heart out when I sent you away.

As a rule of thumb, Id say one cliché per [Romance]--and then be damn sure you can make it work. But if youre going to try to write the virginal amnesiac twin disguised as a boy mistaken for the mother (or father depending how well the disguise works) of a secret baby, honey, you better have some serious skills. Or seek therapy.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

Do you want to fix it?I just said I was in love with her. Why wouldnt I want to fix it?You want to know how?Goddamn it, Del. He drank again. Yes, since youre so fucking smart. How do I fix it?Crawl.Jack blew out a breath. I can do that.

Are you telling me youre cooking me dinner?- Regan Its the quickest way, without physical contact, to get a woman into bed. The kitchen through there?

You said weve got a new page. I figure Ive got some say in what gets written on it. So Im going to work on you. Last time around, you threw yourself at me.” “I did no such thing.”“Sure you did. But I can see Ive got my work cut out for me this time. Thats okay.” He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles before she jerked her hand free. “In fact, I think Im going to enjoy it.”“I dont know why I waste my time trying to mend fences with you. Youre as arrogant as you ever were.”“Just the way you like me, sweetheart.

Oh, God. God, isnt that perfect? Hes Dad. Hes Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you dont even know youve had your shields hacked down until youre defenseless. Its the type. Youre not in love with a type, youre in love with a man, Penny corrected. Or youre not.

It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.Wasnt it, after all, a kind of life?And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.

You can fix anything but a blank page.

Good fiction creates its own reality.

You cant edit a blank page

The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some believed, as legends brought comfort.

A relationship isnt something that has to be created in a day or perfected in a day. Part of the game is to keep working on it. Its something thatll always be just a little flawed.

You dont fix a man the way you do a fault in a pipe or a leak in a roof. You take him as he is, Mary Brenna, or you dont take him at all...adjustments cant be all made on one side, darling, else the balance goes off and whats being built just falls down.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

And since I’m marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you’re sleeping with Laurel—”“I’m not sleeping with Laurel. We’re dating.”“Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs.”“For a while. Minus the singing.

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

Nodding, Parker ate. “He’s an exceptional kisser.”“He really is. He . . . How do you know?” When Parker just smiled, Emma’s jaw dropped. “You? You and Jack? When? How?”“I think it’s disgusting,” Mac muttered. “Yet another best pal moving on my imaginary ex.”“Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that’s how we left it. I gather that wasn’t an issue for you and Jack.

You know what shes made of.Yeah, good stock, good breeding, a hard head and a hunger to win. She flashed him a smile as they approached the kitchen door. Ive been told that describes me. Im half Irish, Brian, I was born stubborn.No arguing with that. A person might make the world a calmer place for others by being passive, but you dont get very far in it yourself, do you?Look at that. We have a foundation of agreement. Now tell me you like spaghetti and meatballs.It happens to be a favorite of mine.Thats handy. Mine, too. And I heard a rumor thats whats for dinner. She reached for the doorknob, then caught him off guard by brushing a light kiss over his lips. And since well be joining my parents, it would probably be best if you didnt imagine me naked for the next couple of hours.She sailed in ahead of him, leaving Brian helplessly and utterly aroused.

I want you. I want you under me and over me and around me. And you want.