“Fear goes hand-in-hand with artistic creation, and no amount of success will make the fear go away entirely.” HandsCreativityCreationAmountArtisticGoing AwayHand In HandArtistic Creation Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. "Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this." That was when she did the unthinkable. She rolled down the window, thrust out her hand, and gave Reverend Ethan Bonner the bird.” HandsSidesSpaceCarBirdShotsWindowRanEnginesThrustParkingUnthinkableReverendsParking Space Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“She threw up her hands. "All right. Why not?" Why not?" Sure." His arms fell to his sides. "That's it? I pour my heart out. I love you so much I've got freakin' tears in my eyes. And all I get in return is 'Why not'?" What did you expect? Am I supposed to fall all over you just because you've finally come to your senses?" Would it be too much to ask?"...He'd begun to glare at her again, his eyes growing stormier by the minute."When do you think you might be ready? To fall all over me, that is.” ThinkingHeartHandsMightEyeFallAsksSidesToo MuchGrowingMinutesLove YouTearsReadyArmsReturnMy HeartSensesNot SureHis EyesOver YouWhy NotGlareLove You So MuchI Love You So MuchTears In My Eyes Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“The door closed behind her (Phoebe), and the two men regarded each other for a moment. Viktor spoke first. "I must have your promise, Coach, that you won't hurt her." Dan: "I won't." Viktor: "You spoke a little too quickly for my taste. I don't quite believe you." Dan: "I'm a man of my word, and I promise I won't hurt her." He flexed his hands. "When I murder her, I'll do it real quick so she won't feel a thing." Viktor sighed. "That's exactly what I was afraid of.” MenFeelsFirstsBelieveLittlesTwoRealMomentsHandsHurtBehindsDoorsPromiseTasteMurderCoachesSpokesI Promise Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“Why don't I just hand you my panties and be done with it.” DoneHandsPanties Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“Disagreements over money are the biggest cause of divorce." She waved her hand. "Absolutely no problem. Your money is our money. My money is my money." She wrote away. "I should make you negotiate with Phoebe.” ShouldProblemHandsCausesDivorceNo ProblemDisagreement Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“She gestured toward his very fine chest with her pencil. “On the off chance I find out after we’re married that your declaration of abiding love and devotion has been an elaborate con job perpetrated by you, Bodie, and Scary Spice…” He massaged her arch. “I definitely wouldn’t lose too much sleep over that.” “Just in case. You will give me all you worldly goods, shave your head, and leave the country.” “Deal.” “Plus, you have to hand out your Sox tickets so I can burn them in front of your eyes.” GivingHas BeensI CanCountryHandsEyeJobsLosesChanceSleepDealsCasesToo MuchFrontsFineMarriedGive MeScaryDevotionGoodsPlusChestsTicketsDeclarationWorldlyPencilsAbidingSpicesArchesAbiding Love Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“Take it off first, soldier." He looked at her suspiciously. "Take what off?" "Your clothes. Entertain the troops." "My clothes?" He frowned. "I was sort of thinking you might want to do that for me." She shook her head and leaned back on one elbow, giving him her witchiest, bitchiest smile. "Strip." "Now, listen here, Francie--" Lifting a languid hand, she once again pointed toward the center of the room. "Do it real slow, good-looking," she purred. "I want to enjoy every minute.” ThinkingWantGivingFirstsRealHandsMightEnjoyRoomsMinutesClothesSoldierTroopsLooking GoodLiftingElbows Book:Fancy Pants Source: Fancy Pants
