His eyes meet mine, and for a moment everything seems like it'll be okay. More than okay, actually.

Cooper’s been married in his head for a while now.”“That’s… kinda sweet.

The words ‘drink me’ come to mind. Anyone besides me up for some heavy alcohol consumption?

How do you know?”“Well, I don’t, I’m making this up, but I bet I’m right.

You're pretty low maintenance, as women go.""I am, am I?" She sounded amused."Yeah. Like a cactus.

How did pretty little Anna go from Westchester suburb brat to New York hooker? Now that’s a story.

Being a single parent on a part-time basis is tricky to navigate. That is what a racing widow has to do.

She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.

I should have told you the minute I saw you that you look beautiful. I do love the way you look tonight.

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.

He’d said he couldn’t let her go. She couldn’t figure out how they could stay together.

Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.

There are no supermoms. Eventually, you just have to hope your kid survives all your parental screw-ups.

Who needed Prozac when a girl could get Pillsbury without a prescription?" ~Allie Shelby, Personal Assets

How was I supposed to know ‘lucked out’ means ‘I got screwed over’ in Australian?