“When their chatter died to a contented lull, a small red squirrel ventured out of the oak grove and turned to the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Is she pleasing to the eye?" Gabriel went to an inset sideboard to pour himself a brandy. "She's bloody ravishing," he muttered.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Her hair, the brightest shade of red he had ever seen, seemed to feed on the firelight, glowing with incandescent heat. The… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie was writhing on the blanket, while Daisy stood over her with arms akimbo. Hurrying to the pair, Annabelle asked Daisy in… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Damn it. I don't know how to be a husband, or father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie's hair had been piled at the crown of her head in a mass of gleaming red curls and fastened with pearl-tipped… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
