“She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry clothes over wet skin. She instantly regretted her naked swim. She pulled on her long-sleeved white… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“The scene unfolded before him as though he were a ghost. His mother stood on the raised stump, her body tied to the tall… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296 Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry… — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
