“He’d only just met her, he told himself, as though the newness and novelty was the explanation for his unusual feelings. Or perhaps he was simply overreacting to her rare innocence and highly sensual nature. That combination didn’t come into… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“One of my favorite quotes is from a local hairdresser who went off to live in Rome. Lucky guy. Anyway, he used to sign… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“She buried herself so deep in the book no harm could ever find her.” — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“So he wanted a night of sex with the voluptuous Lady Grafton, it looked as though the old mainstay of suave flattery was on… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“You are a witch,” he whispered, “because I’m thinking about moving heaven and earth so I don’t have to wait. Name the time and… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“He should have left long ago. He actually did once – or nearly did, but Zelda pulled him back. Not that he needed any… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“He’d only just met her, he told himself, as though the newness and novelty was the explanation for his unusual feelings. Or perhaps he… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“Well, thank you, ma’am,” he said still breathing hard, his heated body sleek with sweat, his smile angelic. “We … try.” — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“How did you know?’ she asked as he sat her on her feet inside the door. ‘I didn’t. This was just in case.’ he… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“…she sipped her drink and tried not to stare at Dalgliesh. But he was murderously handsome, dark as a gypsy, with sleepy, bedroom eyes,… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“You Mademoiselle are hardly in a position to remonstrate. The entire world has no doubt been at your feet from the cradle.” “Would you… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she wasn't even sure she existed and could not have said what her truest feelings were, or indeed where she ended or began.… — Susan Johnson Copy Share Image
