“His eyes flared, and he tightened his grip on her arm. “Don’t press me, Meg.” She didn’t miss the intimate use of her Christian name, but there was no mistaking the threat this time. His voice was deep and liquid… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He was right to fear. Patrick stood in the shadows, possessed by a rage so intense that it took every ounce of his control… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“You want to know what's wrong?" He took her chin, forcing her to look at him. She could feel the angry pounding of his… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“And how do you propose we sort this out?" His voice was wonderfully hoarse. She smiled, a devilish glint in her eyes. "Oh, I'm… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“As soon as the man had gone, Caitrina moved to stand before him, her soft feminine scent clouding his senses. Would it always be… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“His kiss was brutal, punishing, for making him feel like this. He was desperate. Out of control. Never had he experienced this kind of… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“How could she have reacted like that? She didn’t understand what had come over her. She’d felt his passion and her own. It made… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes widened. “My.” She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. “This might be more difficult than I realized. You’re a… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Thief, brigand, outlaw, scourge: Those were names he was familiar with, not hero. Yet for a moment, this wee lass could make him want… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He was standing so close to her, all six feet plus inches of masculine strength. So solid and safe. Her valiant protector. It seemed… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her, of filling her, of being joined together in God’s heavenly… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes heated with the anger and hurt that had been held inside her for too long. "Your trips to the village have not… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
