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“Nothing said family more than shared soap.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“He’d almost redoubled his efforts to charm her. Prepared a wink and a smile and a glib response but stopped. Every time he tried to charm her, she stiffened, so he’d given her the truth instead. 'I’ve nowhere else to be.' Surprisingly, it had worked.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“It felt odd to have Regina laundering his clothes.
'Oh. If you’d rather clean them yourself . . .'
No, that didn’t sound right, either.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“In his letter, he’d written three different words. 'You’re not alone.' They swirled inside her head, solid and deep and resonant in a way that ethereal 'I love you' could never be.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“She smiled, tightening her arm about Daniel's middle. His breathing had the deep and even cadence of sleep, his heart beating strong under her ear. He smelled of soap and fresh air and warm man. It was exactly where she wanted to be.”
― Christina Britton, A Duke Worth Fighting For

“His mind, prepared for flight, screamed at him to turn around, to cover himself. But his heart, full of love for her and the hope that she could love him as he was, kept him in place. He raised his chin and looked at her.”
― Christina Britton, A Duke Worth Fighting For

“Above his head, the drip had spread, dark and blooming across the plaster. A spider watched him from a gauzy web above the washstand. Light from his shrinking candle reflected in the grime on the window. He was pretty sure there was something crawling in his mattress. His stomach growled its displeasure, and somewhere a pig slept on his nightshirt. But for some reason, he was pleased.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“He was a river to her sandstone resolution. He flowed and she eroded.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption