Mary Brock Jones Quotes
“Sticking his fists against his side, he glared at her. “I’ve had enough,” he announced. “The only safe place for you is my house—my home and my bed.”
Whether it was the fist to his nose or the bright flush of red on her cheeks, he could not say. One thing finally got through. This time, he was the idiot.”
“He slept still in the induced coma his doctors had kept him in since he arrived. She could see the bruises, see the healing wound of the burn that stretched over his side. She reached out a hand, hovered just above the field and traced the path of the yellow, black and angry red of his healing flesh.
She had done that to him.”
Mary Brock Jones
- Born: in New Zealand.
- Description: Mary Brock Jones, author, lives in Auckland, New Zealand, but her childhood years in the stunning Otago region of the South Island live on in the romantic adventures of her heroes and heroines.
When not office bound or being towered over by four grown sons, much to their endless amusement, she writes historical romance and science fiction.
She grew up in a land where history marches alongside farms, stunning tourist vistas and the entrepeneurial endeavours of the modern day. The love of historicals was born in the pages of great books by such as Georgette Heyer and Dorothy Dunnett; the science fiction and love of the environment came from playing with the world around her, and from writers such as Isaac Asimov and Anne McCaffrey.
Her parents introduced her to libraries and gave her a farm to play on, where trees became rocket ships and rocky outcrops were ancient fortresses. Is it any wonder she became a writer?”