Linda Howard
Linda Howard
Linda S. Howingtonis an American best-selling romance/suspense author under her pseudonym Linda Howard. Before she became a writer, she was an avid reader and fond of Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. After 21 years of penning stories for her own enjoyment, she submitted a novel for publication which was very successful. She currently lives in Gadsden, Alabama with her husband, Gary F. Howington, and two golden retrievers. She has three grown stepchildren and three grandchildren...
heart littles bless
Women were always complications, bless their perverse little hearts.
war home fighting
Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home.
guy watches want
You guys take over while I go put on a shirt." Mrs. Kulavich had edged close enough to hear him. She beamed at him. "Don't bother on my account," she said. "Sadie!" Mr. Kulavich said in rebuke. "Oh, hush, George! I'm old, not dead!" "I'll remind you of that the next time I want to watch the Playboy Channel," he growled.
consciousness wells ifs
If death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked.
breakup thinking people
Was the period of happiness worth the unhappiness that followed a breakup? Most people seemed to think so, because they got on the love train time and time again.
support-systems issues towns
The bad thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. The good thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. During times of trouble, the support system was massive.
whiskey sneaky hormones
Hormones were as potent as whiskey, and twice as sneaky.
fun hero yeah
Are you making fun of my hero complex?' Yeah.
long mind trying
A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Well, at least six or seven, anyway, because a thousand thoughts are a lot. Try counting your own thoughts and see how long it takes you to get to a thousand.
sirens pleasure
Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more
writing numbers noise
Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot." "You found a pen?" "No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it." Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop.
love perfect problem
If you're looking for Mr. Perfect, you‟re going to spend your whole life being disappointed, because he doesn‟t exist. You have to get the best deal you can, but there will always be problems.
kings kissing monkeys
It was just a kiss – " "Yeah, and King Kong was just a monkey.
differences cuddling soldier
Sweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference.