“With you it's different. I come like a bloody bull with you. I want to reach inside you and make you feel what I do, to know heaven and hell and pleasure so intense you can't tell if it's agony… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“She was halfway to deep sleep when the door creaked, a noise loud enough to rouse her, yet soft enough to doubt her having… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“Sure, he'd kill, she didn't doubt that, but she got the impression he'd rather leave you maimed someplace so you could die nice and… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“Air swirled over her shoulders leaving a wake of chilled skin. To her left something stirred in the shadows. She blinked. The swordsman stood… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“What do you want most in life, Miss Willow?" "For my mother to be well." "Imagine you had that." His fingers rested on the… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“He's not here. The Black Earl." "I know." "So, for the moment, we are safe from that madness." "I am always safe with you.… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“You want to know why I love you. You brought light into my formerly gray existence.” He touched her cheek. “Until you, I never… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“Is it possible?” He could have sworn she was teasing. She shouldn’t have the energy for that. “What?” He lay next to her on… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“The tide will turn, Miss Willow." A smile lurked around his mouth, but no, that was not possible, that the earl of Tiern-Cope should… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“He headed for the door but stopped halfway. “I love you, Sophie. I love you with my soul.” Her bare arms held up the… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“Pleasure eased the edges of Tiern-Cope's face, and with his mouth curved in a smile he resembled his brother more than ever. But the… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
“Their eyes met and locked. If Cumbria were to take the form of a man, here he stood. Half-tamed, and that half much in… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
