Whitney: Where is your home? Clayton: Wherever you are.

A romance novel should leave readers joyous. My books all have happy endings.

We all do foolish things when we are in love. Don't we, your grace?

Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart

He will love only once - but it will be for always.

We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.

Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.

Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?

Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.

Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.

An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend to keep.

Success without someone to share it with is hollow indeed. On the other hand, it beats the heck out of failure.

‎People who talk less frequently notice more.

True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it

Everything wrong I've ever done has always seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else.

You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality

You take my heart with you, my loving captor." "Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.