Judith McNaught
Judith McNaught
Judith McNaughtis a bestselling author of over a dozen historical and contemporary romance novels, with 30 million copies of her works in print. She was also the first female executive producer at a CBS radio station...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth10 May 1944
CountryUnited States of America
religious sunday people
Some of the most unkind,judgmental people I've ever known go to church every Sunday and read the Bible. I don't know how some people are able to disassociate their own cruelty and shortcomings from their religious obligations and convictions, but many are able to do that.
voice lazy cheerful
How am I doing so far?" she asked, forcing a cheerful lightness into her voice. "You're doing very well," Nick's lazy voice mocked. "I'm half convinced that I'm invisible.
lips want ifs
Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.
kingdoms hundred trade
If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.
book romance happy-endings
A romance novel should leave readers joyous. My books all have happy endings.
hate elderly funeral
Beside him a tiny elderly woman was leaning on a cane, studying him with curiosity. Since good manners seemed to require that he speak to her, Jon cast about for some sort of polite conversation pertinent to the occasion. “I hate funerals, don’t you?” He said. “I rather like them,” she said smugly. “At my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor.
funeral honor age
At my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor.
sight color lasts
I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color.
grace foolish
We all do foolish things when we are in love. Don't we, your grace?
running voice body
His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. “Love me, Elizabeth.” Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. “I do.
crush i-love-you-more eye
The amusement fled from Royce's face and with a groan he pulled her roughly against his chest, crushing her to him. "Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in her fragrant hair. "Jenny, I love you." She melted against him, molding her body to the rigid contours of his, offering her lips up for his fierce, devouring kiss, then she took his face between both her hands. Leaning back slightly against his arm, her melting blue eyes gazing deeply into his, his wife replied in a shaky voice, "I think, my lord, I love you more.
hypocrisy holiness may
Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn. "I despise hypocrisy, particularly when it is coated with holiness." "May I ask for a specific example?" "Fat priests," Royce replied, "with fat purses, who lecture staving peasants on the dangers of gluttony and the merits of poverty.
color years voice
Don't do this to us." He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. "You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done".
existence happens
Love can't be forced into existence,(...)It won't come simply because you will it to happen