“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
“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
“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share
“Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share
“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
“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
“A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share
“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
