“I presume this is part of your erotic art collection?" she mused out loud. "It is most beautifully done; only look at the masterful brushwork and the lush, luminous colors. Curiously enough, it reminds me of Boucher, though I suppose… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“It is usually easier to see what lies on the surface of a person rather than taking the time and attention to delve deeper.… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Jack kissed her long and deep, with a driving need that radiated all the way to his bones. Pausing, he took an extra moment… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“With a quiet pause, he let his hand come to rest just below the triangle of blond curls that concealed her most tender flesh. "Cade?" she said in a strained voice. "Close your eyes," he commanded. "Close your eyes and let me please you." "But you have... you do." "Good. Then let me please you more." Parting her, he eased… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
“Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way." Incredulous eyes met his own. "You… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Here, I meant to put you at your ease but instead I've got you closed up against me again like a pretty little clam." He stroked a finger over her cheek and watched the color rise once more beneath her skin. "Or are you an oyster, hiding your pearls?" He slid his finger across her other cheek, then along her… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
“He supposed there were worse things than marriage, although right now he couldn't seem to think of any. 'Cade looks happy enough,' Jack reasoned, as his attention returned to the ceremony. 'Why wouldn't he though, when he is marrying an angel?' His brother's bride, Meg, certainly looked the part, dressed all in white, with her blond hair swept upward in… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
“Might I require protection, Wyvern?" "Not at the moment, no, but if you do acquire another pistol, I could always be persuaded to disarm… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Can we go in to supper now?" she asked. "I'm starved. I hope they serve something other than lobster patties and caviar." He linked their arms again and started toward the dining room. "Never fear, my dear. I won't let you starve. I shall go to the kitchens myself if need be and raid the larder for bread and cheese."… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
“Nestled into a bed of shiny cream satin lay a heart-shaped pendant on a simple gold chain. The heart itself was created from over a dozen delicate round amethyst stones, while the center held a miniature painted on porcelain. Done in a series of fine, delicate strokes, the artist's rendering depicted a tiny garden, alive with masses of yellow and… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
“With most women he would use flattery and flirtation, appealing to both their vanity and their pleasure. But Grace was no ordinary woman. With her, he knew he would have to take a more subtle approach. Less than half a minute into their acquaintance, he'd sensed her reserve, as well as her insecurity. He surmised she wasn't used to being… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
“Despite Grumblethorpe's noises of disapproval, Esme knew she liked the family pets.She just did't approve of having so many of them in her mistress's bedroom at once. Still, it was an old battle and one the lady's maid had given up waging long ago. Good thing too, since four of Esme's six cats- who had all started life in either… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share
