“After a taste of a Scot, you'll never look elsewhere again." A brunette smiled seductively, "That's quite a boast." "I'm quite a man.” — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting. "And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled.” — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
