She’d heard people talk about electricity and butterflies…

“I’ll always come back to you,” he said. “Always.”

— Donna Grant

“Howdy, ma'am. You always talk to yourself?” Velia glanced up into bright eyes, as blue as the flame on a cigarette lighter, belonging to…

— Mary J. McCoy-Dressel

“Rory's big labradoodle made a snap judgement that Frankie was everything her life had been missing up until now. She flung herself into the…

— Roxanne Snopek

“I hope you brought your handcuffs," she added. "I won't go quietly." "I might use them anyway, for fun," he answered, remembering the sensation…

— Roxanne Snopek

“I miss my mother." Mrs. Norton touched Trudy's shoulder in silent sympathy. "She never had a chance to see any of her daughters get…

— Debra Holland

“Consider yourself warned, Frankie. Something about these mountains convinces previously sane women to give up Starbucks for saddle sores.”

— Roxanne Snopek

“They kissed to the symphony of frogs making a jailbreak, and it was a thing of beauty.”

— Mora Ash Wildes

“I want you.” She chuckled without opening her eyes. “Again?” “Always,” he replied.”

— Donna Grant

“She had to laugh. "You're making me hungry." "Me, too." His gaze locked with hers, making it clear it wasn't just barbecue he was…

— B.J. Daniels

“Sunlight streamed through the room, clinging to him like it wanted him as much as she did.”

— Cindi Madsen

“She pulled her arm free from his grasp and stood back, her arms crossed. "So, what then? You're holding me hostage? Are you even…

— Roxanne Snopek

“Another man’s property or not, Creed could not walk away from this and ignore it. He draped an arm around her and drew her…

— Paula Altenburg

“I'm resourceful," she called after him. Resourceful, he thought, rinsing his hands with the ladle she'd left in the bucket. "A euphemism commonly used…

— Roxanne Snopek

“She was licking something off the end of a wooden spoon. Red froze. His body reacted as if he'd walked in on her twirling…

— Roxanne Snopek

“You're pretty low maintenance, as women go." "I am, am I?" She sounded amused. "Yeah. Like a cactus.”

— Roxanne Snopek