If we choose to hold onto the past and cling to hurt, anger, or whatever, He can’t set us free of it. He won’t take those things by force.

Why couldn’t she have given him a sultry laugh as she’d seen women do in movies instead of giggling like some enchanted, mindless school girl?

You’re not so tough. No tougher than the man whose blood will spill from your veins.

Terry recalled far better days when she’d risen bright and early every morning…. Days before darkness had closed in and refused to leave….

Which would give her an ulcer first? All the aspirin and prescription pain medication she took, or Jack Carlton? Then again, that left only one cause, since he was the reason she needed the drugs...

Jack watched Tara glide around the dance floor with the best man, a knot of jealousy threatening to strangle him. Just the phrase ‘best man’ raised his ire. Who had come up with that turn...

Do you suppose kissing is like riding a bicycle?

She wouldn’t pay attention to how wonderful he smelled. Or how gorgeous those blue eyes were when they sparkled with happiness. Nope. She wouldn’t think about it. Not one little bit.