Guys like Gideon didn't get the girl

And how many boyfriends have you had, Alice?” “Mama,” Paul growled under his breath. “Let the girl eat.” “Can you pass the biscuits?” Andy said. “These are great. So tasty. Fluffy. Just the right amount of…” He frowned at the one in his hand, “…dough.” “It’s okay,” Alice said. She loved those two for trying to run interference, but she knew Creole mamas. They found out the truth, whether you wanted them to or not.

Lucy rubbed her back, a feeling of panic tightening her chest. She was the last person to give love advice. She hadn’t done anything but pine for Jem since he’d gone, and done nothing but pine for him since he’d returned. She hadn’t taken her love for him and put it anywhere at all. Alda looked up, eyes red. “I need to take that love and spread it around. What a waste to just keep it tucked inside.

She slid a look toward him, one edge of her mouth tilting up. "My Mama told me to watch out for boys like you.""Your Mama was right," his voice dropped an octave, "but I am not a boy.

We both know you can’t split a bookstore. (I don’t even share shelf space.)

Let’s get this movie started. There’s nothing like a little Austen to soothe the wounded soul,” Theresa said.

Her beauty was classic, timeless. Just the line of her neck, the curve of her cheek, the way the dress draped her hips, was enough to stop the room. When she’d turned away to look at something on the table and he’d seen the back of the dress, he thought he might have to sit down. The smooth skin of her back looked impossibly soft and he ached to reach out, just for a moment, and splay his hand against it.

I’m not Janessa. I want to celebrate my wedding, with friends and family, while having a really good time. If someone spills punch on my dress, I’m not going to cry about it.” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I may cry just a bit but it’s only because it’s an Austen-era reproduction and anybody would feel the pain of destroying something so lovely.

I feel weird.” Caroline blinked a few times. “Do you feel weird?”Brooks shrugged. “How weird? We’re all dressed like people in a Jane Austen book. I think weird comes with the territory.

I wonder what it was really like back then. We think it’s all fun and flirting, but there was probably a lot of ugly reality.”“Like the dancing.