“It hurts to cry," she said, her voice raspy. "It hurts worse not to." "Did you cry?" "For four days straight." "Is… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh. "No." "Do you want a woman… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade. Isolated. Alone. How simple… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“You think the only battles fought are done so with rifles, and the only wounds that kill draw blood. You think courage… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“He picked up his knife and started carving again. He concentrated on the lines and planes of the wood to keep his… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“The magnificent diamond locket which hung about Tarzan's neck, had been a source of much wonderment to Jane. She pointed to it… — Edgar Rice Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Please," Meg whispered. "I don't want any trouble here." He released his hold on her. As though she might say something further,… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“If he wasn't angry, he certainly did a good imitation. His voice was clipped and as hard as stone. She wrung her… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
