Her Prodigal Passion Quotes

“Wisely, Charity did not reply. If she opened her mouth, there was no telling what might come out. One possibility being, "Do you actually think I'll say yes to that daft proposal, you giant lummox?”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“You've never done well with authority, buttercup." With obvious satisfaction, Gavin added, "Except mine, of course."

Percy decided to let him labor under the husbandly delusion.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“Like a caged bird, the truth fluttered within her breast. As far as she was concerned, it would remain there, forever and anon, for there was no point in releasing that foolish creature from captivity. Why set something free, only to have its wings clipped at first flight?”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“Words flew from her lips, caught fire in his kiss. They burned together, the little death forging them into one body, their love binding them into one soul.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“If he actually used the organ between his ears for once, he had to admit that he and Charity were as mismatched as two left shoes. They had little in common: she was responsible, sensible, and self-disciplined whereas he was … not. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on the source of it, some ineffable tension seemed to charge their interactions.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“In that case, I shall have to win. Seeing as I'd do anything for you, sweeting." Feminine sighs rose up in the room as he leaned in to kiss her.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“You're not a disappointment. Far from." She touched his taut jaw. "You've so many talents I don't know where to begin."

"You only say that because you've spent the last three days in bed with me.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“For some reason, Paul's charisma and confidence seemed to evaporate around Charity. She made him feel awkward, like a bumbling schoolboy.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“Charity was different. Her beauty didn't hit a man with the force of a tempest; no, her attractions unfolded gently, softly, like the blossoming after a spring rain. In fact, it took an observant man to notice the extent and depth of her loveliness, but once he did, he wanted it all to himself ...”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“He murmured, "So the mouse can roar."

"I am not a mouse," she managed to say.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“Being a man of sizeable appetites, some means, and no purpose whatsoever, Paul found that his greatest enemy in life was restlessness. Fending off boredom was like fighting the Hydra of legend: each time he managed to lop off one head, two sprung back in its place. It seemed that nothing could defeat that monstrous sense of ... emptiness.”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion

“a few”
― Grace Callaway, Her Prodigal Passion