12 Quotes by Diana Stevan

If she was interested, she wouldn't be going after someone who couldn't speak for himself. A man like that would need more care than she was prepared to give. Besides, didn't he ever look in the mirror? If he was so well off, why was he wearing such a lousy suit?

Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to remember where she’d met this man with raven hair and rugged features, a man who could give any Hollywood star serious competition if he was so inclined.

Those were the things she hated: all those regrets, all those maybes.

She envisioned him walking through a blizzard, his head down, his moustache coated with ice, his frozen fingers gripping his bayonet.

She understood that unrequited love could break a heart, but there was nothing she could do about his sorrow.

See, there’s this little relationship we have with the drug lords—the legal drug lords. If we play cool with them, they play cool with us. And sometimes we get some nice toys.

She'd always despised the whole other woman thing, but here she was, entertaining the possibility.

Outside, the sweet smell of freshly cut alfalfa hay was a welcome change from the odours of sweat and cheap cologne on the dance floor.

It blew with a rustling noise, as if all the demons had sprung from hell and decided to release a raspy long sigh together.