“She wanted to be away, leaving her suite, Drumvagen, and all of its inhabitants behind. Mostly, she wanted to be away from who she was. She wanted to be someone more courageous, like Mairi. Mairi didn't chafe under the role… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“My eyes are brown and my hair is brown." "Your eyes are the color of warm chocolate," he said, tilting his head to study her. "Your hair isn't brown, but auburn with gold and red threads in it like the… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“What were her abilities? She played the pianoforte passably well even though it didn't interest her. She loved to read and could spend the… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“The tapestry of her life was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“She bit her lips, concentrating, wishing he'd go and sit on one of the chairs before the fireplace. Or stand at the window and… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“The morning sun danced on her hair, transforming the brown to gold and reddish glints. An errant sunbeam angled over her face, dusting her… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“This time he surged into her, until the hair of his groin mingled with hers. She groaned softly. When her eyes opened, he asked,… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“A storm in Scotland was like nothing she'd ever experienced in London. Here, the elements felt alive, sentient. This storm was a raging monster… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“Do you like sandwiches?" he asked. "At this point, I think I'd eat anything. Other than rabbit. I'm not excessively fond of rabbit." "Or… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“Memories of her, however, would remain with him. Everywhere he’d look, she would be there, as if she were a hundred women, all shadow… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“Why should she listen to a litany of her flaws when she knew them all so well? She never stood up straight. She always… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“She laughed. He was right. Her laughter was enchanting. So, too, the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at him. He'd never seen… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“I will not be spoken to in that tone," she said to her mother. Enid's mouth gaped open. For only a moment, however, until… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“She recognized that great love carries a price of great torment if it ends, but it also bestows a greater and more valuable gift.” — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“What kind of love do you want?" he asked gently. "Once I might have said like Donald and Lady Pamela. But they're imaginary. I… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
“The room smelled of lemon wax and the perfume she wore, something delicate and unassuming, not truly mirroring the complex woman she was. She… — Karen Ranney Copy Share
