“Watching him, his hands buried in his pockets—to keep from circling her neck she supposed—she couldn't help but marvel at the curious mix of Southern courtesy and male arrogance, the natural assumption he shouldered of being lawfully in control. "Engaging… — Tracy Sumner Copy Share Image
“Being held by him, kissed and mastered, taken under and swept away, enthralled her in a way she—an independent woman if nothing else in… — Tracy Sumner Copy Share
“Yes. Kissing. Overrated." "I could change your mind," Zach said, surprising the hell out of them both. Why would he take something as simple… — Tracy Sumner Copy Share
“Watching him, his hands buried in his pockets—to keep from circling her neck she supposed—she couldn't help but marvel at the curious mix of… — Tracy Sumner Copy Share
“Are you willing?" Through the shadows, he found her gleaming eyes, her slightly curved mouth. "No, it's too reckless. Too irresponsible." "You're sounding like… — Tracy Sumner Copy Share
