3 Quotes by Penelope Marzec

She did not want to know what charmhe had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real.

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then anew thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver wentup her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis ofgrace?

She had ridden that kiss better than she had ever ridden a surfboard. It didn’t matter if Russell was clueless about surfing. He certainly knew a thing or two about kissing.