“His arms tighten around me slightly, and my breath catches in my throat. He’s still sitting on his tall barstool, and I’m… — Angie Hockman Copy Share Image
He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
“A rustle of wings and a hawk feather drifts down to me. Snatching it from the air, I look up into the… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, and this is where my breath catches in my throat, perhaps she let herself fall. The day was hers to choose… — Carolyn Parkhurst Copy Share Image
