“You will treat me with respect." He didn't say anything for a moment. "What does that mean?" he finally asked. She looked… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“My eyes are brown and my hair is brown." "Your eyes are the color of warm chocolate," he said, tilting his head… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She bit her lips, concentrating, wishing he'd go and sit on one of the chairs before the fireplace. Or stand at the… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“The room smelled of lemon wax and the perfume she wore, something delicate and unassuming, not truly mirroring the complex woman she… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Do you like sandwiches?" he asked. "At this point, I think I'd eat anything. Other than rabbit. I'm not excessively fond of… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“What is being a Scot like?" Ellice heard her mother ask. 'Oh, no.' "A certain independence of spirit,"she answered before the men… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“What kind of love do you want?" he asked gently. "Once I might have said like Donald and Lady Pamela. But they're… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“When the smell of her perfume, something that reminded him of faint spicy blossoms and spring, wasn't wreathed in a cloud around… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“He shouldn't be captivated by the sight of a tear caught on her lashes, or her perfect nose, slightly pink. Those lips… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“The world was a glorious place this morning. The birds were particularly noisy in their greeting to the day. The sky was… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
