“Whatever it was that came over him that night pulled a cord—her laugh, or her surprise gasp slipping out to think he’d do something so bold.” — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Howdy, ma'am. You always talk to yourself?” Velia glanced up into bright eyes, as blue as the flame on a cigarette lighter, belonging to… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“At the curb, Velia turned, remembering the first day she stood here debating with herself about turning back, running home. But, her inner victim… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“I’ve had a taste of your treasures and now I want it all—slow and easy, until we’re spent and satisfied.” — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“It was difficult being so far away from everything she loved. But here, she had Edward and Alice and her work. And now it… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Jase took a step around the desk, moving closer, narrowing his eyes. Rebecca placed her hands on her hips, defiance in her stance and… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“She washed her hands three times. Velia gripped the sink, dropping her head and watching the tinged water drain. Trying to get a grip,… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Jase opened his door, stepped down, and leaned into her window. “Hungry?” Taking a big breath didn’t help when his sexy scent of cologne… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Is it too much to ask the gods for a happy life together?” Caulder McCutchen from Hey, Cowboy, Book #2” — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry, Caulder, but I'm not ready for another relationship. I don't know if I ever will be ready.” Saying this to him now… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“It's Ms. Armano.” “Oh, Ms, huh. One of those women's libbers?” He chuckled, glancing up at her. “I prefer independent woman who can make… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“When I love, I love with everything within me.” Seeing him with his child, this was obvious. Did he mean…yes, he meant exactly what… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Even though he was busy adjusting and gripping his rope, he glanced over and smiled. She had her camera up waiting for a moment… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
