“Something about the way his dark-blond hair curled around his ears made her want to touch it. Foolish thought.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Lord Thornbeck lifted her onto the saddle. He looked her in the eye, and her breath stilled in her chest. There was such an… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“Thank you for saving my life.” His voice was rough and thick, and his throat bobbed. Her heart thumped against her chest. As he… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“I do like Jorgen.” She sighed. A tingle went down her arms as she imagined his face, his smile, his eyes, the way he… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“He had danced with fair maidens before, but Odette was different. She was graceful and beautiful, but there was something in her eyes and… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“Oh, that is very generous of you.” And thoughtful. Her heart stirred strangely inside her as she looked up into his warm brown eyes.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“JORGEN KISSED HER like a man dying of thirst and she was the only source of water. He took her breath away. Odette was… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“You like Jorgen. Ja, go on,” Anna prompted her. “Jorgen is . . .” “Kind? Handsome? In love with you?” “In love with me?… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“He could neither love her nor marry her. Besides, she was impertinent and opinionated, two of the very worst traits a woman could have.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“A shiver went up her spine. Part of her wanted to lean toward him so she could see deeper into his brown eyes, to… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“Reinhart frowned at him. “I am surprised you are so quick to allude to your new wife’s lawbreaking activities.” “She would not be breaking… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“She had no right to enjoy his touch. She was a terrible friend in that moment, because she wanted him. Oh, how she wanted… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“How can I ever be content married to anyone else but him? “Foolish, foolish girl.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“I'm proud of my carefree behaviour [...] I am boisterous, when I choose to be, and simply because I don't behave like a wan… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“What she wanted was for him to kiss her again. But they should not be kissing at all!” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
“Avelina raised her hand to her face, the one Lord Thornbeck had squeezed a moment ago, and was overcome by his familiar scent—the smell… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share
