#jill

She’s not just any Moroi. She’s royal. A princess. And you’ve seen how she is! Smart and strong and beautiful. She’s destined for great things, and one of them isn’t being involved with a controversial guardian like me. Her bloodline’s regal.Hell, I don’t even know who my dad is. Dating her is not even possible. My job is to protect her. To keep her safe. That’s where all my attention needs to be. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#eddie-castile #jill-mastrano #richelle-mead #beauty

Jill and I arrange our lives to spend a lot of time together. That makes us both happy. ↗

— Robert Wagner

#both #happy #i #jill #lives

People who meet me think of Jill and transfer her strong qualities to me. ↗

— Patricia Richardson

#jill #me #meet #people #qualities

I'm a great fan of Carey Lowell's and I loved Jill Hennessey. ↗

— Elisabeth Rohm

#fan #great #i #jill #loved

Suddenly so many things she'd overheard her brothers and Quinn saying when Grimm had been in residence made sense, and upon reflection she suspected a part of her had always known. Her love was a legendary warrior who had grown to despise himself, cut off from his roots. But now that he was home and given the time to explore those roots, he might be able to make peace with himself at long last. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#jillian #karen-marie-moning #to-tame-a-highland-warrior #love

So there’s this guy named Murphy and he has this law. I hate him. ↗

— Christy Trujillo

#humor #true-north #humor

I don't love you,” he said. And he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, a kiss of passion and desperation, a kiss of deep currents and longing. “I don't love you,” he said again. “Of course you don't,” she murmured happily. And she followed him out the door, into the lion's den. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#love

As she entered the room, she halted abruptly. "Oh, my," she murmured. Somehow she'd managed to forget there were three men in her home, so consumed had she been with thoughts of Grimm. They gathered near the fire, while several maids cleared dozens of platters and dishes from the massive table centered in the Greathall. Yesterday, safe behind the balustrade, Jillian had been struck by how tall and broad the three of them were. Today, standing only a few feet from them, she felt like a dwarf willow in a forest of mighty oaks. Each man stood at least a foot taller than she did. It was downright intimidating to a woman who was not easily intimidated. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #to-tame-a-highland-warrior #men

There's a high school in Camden, New Jersey, I call the Jill Scott School. It's the Camden Creative Arts High School. Those teachers and kids are so passionate about what they do, and 98 percent of the senior class went on to college. ↗

— Jill Scott

#arts #call #camden #class #college

She managed to finger-comb her hair into some kind of order, though it was a little too punk for her peace of mind. Not that she'd ever minded looking punk; in fact, the cut had been designed for that effect. But right now Reno was punk enough for both of them. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#design