“I promise ye, lass, I'll keep ye safe. No one will harm ye." He grasped at anything he could think of to… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg,… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“He turned around to look at the house. Elspeth was behind one of the vellum-covered windows. Did she wonder where he was?… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“This will hurt ye more than it does me,” she said as she pulled the thread through his skin. “Nay, lass, you’re… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Stop.” She covered her breast with her own hand. “That’s no’ a healer’s touch.” His smile was sin incarnate. “Ye’ve the right… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“His mouth descended upon hers and swallowed up her cry. She'd been kissed sweetly before, stylized expressions of courtship during some of… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“As I recall,” he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, “I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“If your heart’s no’ engaged in your marriage, then ye shouldna be averse to a wee bit of lust outside of it,”… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Lust was no surprise. Present a man who'd not known a woman in a while with the sight of a naked one,… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but ye're alive!"… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“If your heart’s no’ engaged in your marriage, then ye shouldna be averse to a wee bit of lust outside of it,” he said,… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around her waist… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“His mouth descended upon hers and swallowed up her cry. She'd been kissed sweetly before, stylized expressions of courtship during some of the dances… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there was a… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Lust was no surprise. Present a man who'd not known a woman in a while with the sight of a naked one, and there… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“This will hurt ye more than it does me,” she said as she pulled the thread through his skin. “Nay, lass, you’re but tickling… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“He turned around to look at the house. Elspeth was behind one of the vellum-covered windows. Did she wonder where he was? If it… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“He gazed into her eyes. There were little flecks of gold ringing her pupils. Now that she wasn’t running from him or terrified by… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Cómo no iba a venir? Me habría sido imposible, con lo enamorado que estoy de ti. Tú me perteneces. Ya he arriesgado la vida… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“I promise ye, lass, I'll keep ye safe. No one will harm ye." He grasped at anything he could think of to dry up… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Stop.” She covered her breast with her own hand. “That’s no’ a healer’s touch.” His smile was sin incarnate. “Ye’ve the right of it… — Connie Mason Copy Share
