“What were her abilities? She played the pianoforte passably well even though it didn't interest her. She loved to read and could… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“The morning sun danced on her hair, transforming the brown to gold and reddish glints. An errant sunbeam angled over her face,… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“A storm in Scotland was like nothing she'd ever experienced in London. Here, the elements felt alive, sentient. This storm was a… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Why should she listen to a litany of her flaws when she knew them all so well? She never stood up straight.… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She laughed. He was right. Her laughter was enchanting. So, too, the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at him. He'd… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“I will not be spoken to in that tone," she said to her mother. Enid's mouth gaped open. For only a moment,… — 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
“She wanted to be away, leaving her suite, Drumvagen, and all of its inhabitants behind. Mostly, she wanted to be away from… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She threw open the window to breathe in the spring air, heavy with the sweet perfume of roses and heather. To her… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She'd dreamed of him. Her imagination, unfettered in her sleep, had featured him. He'd been gloriously naked and her hands had explored… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“His breath halted as he stared at her. Why hadn't he seen it before? The woman in his carriage, the one who'd… — 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 female in his carriage didn't say a word, merely turned and stare at him with doelike brown eyes. Was she too… — 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
