“He reached for one of her fidgeting hands, grasping hold. Her eyes met his then faltered, lowered and grazed over his damaged skin. Her gaze burning nearly as deep as the wounds.” — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“He reached for one of her fidgeting hands, grasping hold. Her eyes met his then faltered, lowered and grazed over his damaged skin. Her… — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“Soft skin warm against his nose, her pulse beating strong against his cheek, suddenly clear thinking and being the voice of reason were concepts… — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“There’s no point in fighting me on this. Wherever you go, one, or both of us will be with you. Period. Get used to… — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“Yeah. I’m an asshole. But I promise you, when the shit rolls downhill and you need someone with a shovel, I’m an asshole who… — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing wrong with ambition, Sherry. Nobody wants to be average. Hell, average is easy. Going above and beyond—now that’s hard. That takes work.… — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“Everybody has scars, and every scar has a story. Especially the ones you don’t see. Those go deeper. And cause more damage.” — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
“Everything about him screamed in warning, “Caution: dangerous terrain ahead.” A warning that both intrigued and provoked her proceed-at-your-own-risk nature.” — Lotchie Burton Copy Share Image
