Oct 24, 2014

Say Something

A Magical Music for one of my favorite moments 
in my favorite NORA ROBERTS' Book: 

The Witness


 “Abigail, if I’m responsible for making you this unhappy, you’ve got my word I’ll leave you be. But I wish to God you’d let me help you.”
“You can’t help me.”
“How do you know?”
She turned her face toward his. “Why do you care?”
“I’d say you haven’t had enough social interaction or interpersonal relationships if you don’t understand why anyone would.”
“You’re making fun of me again.”
“Not this time.” He didn’t touch her, but his voice was a gentle stroke over raw nerves. “I’ve got feelings for you. I haven’t sorted them all out yet, but I like having them.”
She shook her head. “It’s just a chemical reaction.”
“So you’ve said. I took chemistry in high school. Sucked at it. Am I making you this unhappy?”
She wanted to say yes, because she believed he’d go and stay away. But she couldn’t lie when he looked in her eyes. “No. It makes me happy when I see you. I don’t want to be happy because of you.”
“So being happy makes you unhappy.”
“I know that doesn’t sound rational, but it’s accurate. I’m sorry I behaved that way.”
“Don’t apologize.”

The Witness


Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl


Oct 10, 2014

Happy Birthday Nora

The one gift Ana always gave herself on her birthday was a completely free day. She could be as lazy as she chose, or as industrious. She could get up at dawn and gorge on ice cream for breakfast, or she could laze in bed until noon watching old movies on television.

 The single best plan for the one day of the year that belonged only to her was no plan at all.




"Happy birthday."

 "How did you know it was my birthday?"

 "Nash told me. Aren't you going to open it?"

 "I certainly am." She tore the paper, revealing a box with the logo of Morgana's shop imprinted on the lid. "Excellent choice," she said. "You couldn't possibly go wrong buying me something from Wicca." She lifted the lid and, with a quiet sigh, drew out a delicate statue of a sorceress carved in amber.

 Her head was thrown back and exquisite tendrils of the dark gold hair tumbled down her cloak. Slender arms were raised, bent at the elbows, palms cupped and facing-mirroring the age-old position Ana had assumed over the chest that morning. In one elegant hand she held a small gleaming pearl, in the other a slender silver wand.

 "She's beautiful," Ana murmured. "Absolutely beautiful."

 "I stopped by the shop last week, and Morgana had just gotten it in. It reminded me of you."

 "Thank you." Still holding the statue, she lifted her free hand to his cheek. "You couldn't have found anything more perfect."


Oct 9, 2014

Your Wine Personality

From the way she looked—elegant sex in a three-piece suit—Zack figured her for
one of the trendy little restaurants that served complicated pasta dishes and
white wine.

Falling for Rachel


What Your Wine Choice Says About You

An unscientific analysis of your personality type based on your favorite vino.


“So, are you interested in sharing a bottle of wine, Dr. Maguire?”
He slid the wine list toward her. “You pick.”
“That’s brave of you.” She opened it, scanned. 
“I’m not a wine buff, I just take pictures of them, but they do
have this Shiraz I like.”
Even as she spoke, their server stepped to the table with a bottle of Shiraz.
“That’s excellent service,” Mac commented.
“Mr. Maguire? Mr. Brown phoned and would like you to have this with his compliments. 
Or, if it doesn’t suit, whatever bottle you’d like.”
“Those Brown kids.” Mac shook her head. “They never miss. I’d love a glass, thanks.”

Vision in White