“Lake Haven hadn’t become a fashionable summer getaway for the East Coast elite until somewhere around the fifties, about the time Grandma and Grandpa had opened the East Beach Lake Cottages. The houses built on the lake since then had… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“That was the moment Anna felt something inside her trip and fall, something come clean away from all the snares and traps and tangles of the propriety in which she’d been steeped all these years. And as he began to move, she pressed into him as he had shown her, looked up at him from beneath her lashes as he’d… — Julia London Copy Share
“He took her hand in his, caressed her palm with his finger.“Duin an doras,” he whispered hoarsely, feverishly.“Fuirichidh mise.” Close the door. I’ll stay. Ellie flushed dark, her lashes fluttered shut. “I…I don’t know what you say,” she murmured. Liam dropped her hand, gently laid his at the base of her bare neck. Her skin was soft and warm against… — Julia London Copy Share
“had much luck, and she was down to the last one: a pale-green silk dress with a vine of tiny embroidered pink roses meandering… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“You younger siblings know what I’m talking about—we’re the glue and they’re the glitter, right?” — Julia London Copy Share Image
“And what of our understanding?" he demanded. "The handfasting?" Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed down her fear and lifted her chin. "I've no' cried off if that is what you mean. You sent me a bonnet--" "Woman, I've never in my life imagine one could attach so much meaning to a bloody bonnet It was a hat! No'… — Julia London Copy Share
“Get it off,” she said, jerking their bound wrists up and holding them up under his nose. “I thought perhaps we might at least introduce ourselves,” he said lightly. “Get it off !” “What shall I call you?” he asked as he pulled her to the table and removed the silver dome on the platter. Mutton stew, by the smell… — Julia London Copy Share
“When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand. He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. “I have missed you,”… — Julia London Copy Share
“-On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“Is this the happiness you seek?” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me now, and I will give it to you.” He moved down her body,… — Julia London Copy Share Image
“What have we done?” Lizzie whispered. He had no acceptable answer for that, other than that it had been stunning. She suddenly propped her… — Julia London Copy Share Image
