79 Quotes by Debra Holland

Wyatt. I've just received a letter from Mrs. Samantha Sawyer Rodriguez. She's Ezra's niece and has inherited his ranch." ... "She lives in Argentina." ... She's a widow with one son." ... "She's moving out here." ... "Going to breed horses and take in orphan boys to raise up as God-fearing citizens.""You say this Rodriguez woman is goin' to raise horses?" ... "Horses from Argentina?""A stallion and five mares. Falabellas. Must be some South American breed.

This process of cutting a potential wife from the herd was proving far more difficult than he'd thought.

John laughed. "Out here, any cake is a treat.""But everyone has a favorite." Her eyes smiled at Nick. "Well?""Chocolate, ma'am." The words surprised him by tumbling out of his mouth."Chocolate, it is," she said gaily. "Good thing I brought cocoa powder with me."John winked at Nick before turning to his wife. "You practically brought all of Boston with you.

Still reeling from the touch of her husband's lips on her, Trudy didn't know whether to feel relief or dread that she'd married Seth Flanagan for better or worse. But from the fireworks of excitement swirling in her middle, she figured on both.

About Nick:Trudy thanked him, he gave a shy duck of his head and almost ran out of the room.Trudy smiled after him, liking his blue-green eyes, the brown hair that waved to his shoulders and the slightly crooked, lightly freckled nose. In a few years with more confidence on him, that young man is going to be a lady killer.

Mrs. Carter raised her chin. "The essence of a lady comes from within," she said in a gentle but firm tone. "A lady can wear rags, but as long as she holds her head up and carries herself proudly, people will see her, not her clothing.

never held a book before and reverently turned the pages, looking at the incomprehensible print and wishing she could understand the meaning of the words. Henri drifted close to peer over her arm. "What's that?" "A book. There be stories in here.

She stopped before the shelf of books and took one down. She'd never held a book before and reverently turned the pages, looking at the incomprehensible print and wishing she could understand the meaning of the words. Henri drifted close to peer over her arm. "What's that?" "A book. There be stories in here.

It's not fair that our dogs don't have longer lives. When I get to heaven, I intend to scold God for that.