historical-romance-fiction

For the space of many, many years, you were enough for me. You were my bliss, and my hallelujah.

Despite everything, every piece of Alaska sang to me. I remembered every curve in the trails, every tree in the forest. It was familiar to me, comfortable. The more I thought about leaving it, the less I liked the idea. This was my home.

I didn't care, because I loved him, and that was the end of every argument and the beginning of every promise.

True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.

A woman has but two loves in life: the one who broke her heart and the one she spends the rest of her life with."- Carolyn Chase, former Broadcast Journalist and heroine Kate Theodore's mother

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio