“Once we are married, those angry little scowls won't be allowed," Lily pouted, feeling ignored. "I want a handsome husband...or at least… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Who would have thought you had so many supporters?" she whispered. "Not mine, my love. Yours. I had not a one till you started… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“At the knock on the door, Bronwyn sucked in her breath and steadied herself before exhaling.” — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Ranulf stared blankly into the campfire, trying to ignore Lily. "White horses always look dirty," Lily told the young smitten soldier sitting beside her.… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I cannot remember when I have had such good food," Ranulf said, with a smile of satisfaction bending his usually firm mouth. "I'll be… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I suspect Father Morrell's preference for food and merriment is much related to the size of his girth," Edythe murmured through her pursed lips.… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I say,she is sinfully attractive when she's angry.You may not claim to have a way with the ladies,but when you want to make one… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry this trip has been so difficult." "It could be worse. We could be enduring Father Morrell's celebration of the Eucharist." Bronwyn's jaw… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Edythe;s vibrant red coloring and her petite stature drew men to her side...that is,until they discovered her sarcastic, cutting wit, which often focused on… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Thinking it Ranulf, she tugged the garment down and beamed the incomer a smile. The smile changed to one of shock at seeing her… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Now all he could do was wait...and watch Bronwyn be entertained by every man who could make his way to her side. Once again,… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“It's too bad,my lord," she purred, "that you are too weak and vulnerable to satisfy me." Ranulf grabbed her wrist and wrenched it from… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Until then,will you stay?" he asked, pulling off his shirt before lying back down. "Will you talk to me? My head hurts and your… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
