“Angela turned in her chair. Resting her chin on folded hands, the mirror reflected the look of a girl in love. ‘Oh, what a… — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
“His lips were approaching hers, but she could not taste sin. Not yet. Not until she knew the name of this golden haired man,… — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
“Thinking back on the outing to the theatre, she added, ‘I want a man, not a preening peacock!” — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
