“He turned to face her and studied her as if he could see right through her. “None of them are worthy of you.” A wave of longing coursed through her. “Then who am I to marry?” When he failed to… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Their encounter confirmed what he had been unwilling to admit. Charlotte didn’t taste, smell, or feel like any other woman he had ever known.… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Awash in sensation, it took several moments for Charlotte to come to her senses. She slowly pulled away from him and pressed her fingers… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“He turned to face her and studied her as if he could see right through her. “None of them are worthy of you.” A… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Charlotte raised her eyebrows. “Have you spent any time with her this week?” “I’m afraid she’s too…perfectish.” She stopped and turned toward him. “Perfectish?”… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Yes, magnifliant. Magnificent, brilliant, splendid, superb. I could go on.” — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
