“She wanted to inhale him. Devour him. Lick every inch of his incredible body.” — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes widened. “My.” She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. “This might be more difficult than I realized.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“His mouth slid over her jaw and down her throat, her skin as smooth and sweet as cream. "God, you taste incredible,"… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“As soon as the man had gone, Caitrina moved to stand before him, her soft feminine scent clouding his senses. Would it… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“She fit her hand around the curve of his whiskered jaw. “I’m sorry. But I knew you would not leave otherwise—” “Damn… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her mouth was right on his ear, and she spoke her wicked thoughts aloud. "I want you inside me." That was it.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He was standing so close to her, all six feet plus inches of masculine strength. So solid and safe. Her valiant protector.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her, of filling her, of being joined together in… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“And how do you propose we sort this out?" His voice was wonderfully hoarse. She smiled, a devilish glint in her eyes.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“She entered the hall at the same time he did from the opposite side. With a cry that told her exactly how… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“The danger wasn’t over. Rolling her around so that she floated on her back, he swam her to shore. A much easier… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes heated with the anger and hurt that had been held inside her for too long. "Your trips to the village… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“His eyes flared, and he tightened his grip on her arm. “Don’t press me, Meg.” She didn’t miss the intimate use of… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“How could she have reacted like that? She didn’t understand what had come over her. She’d felt his passion and her own.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“You want to know what's wrong?" He took her chin, forcing her to look at him. She could feel the angry pounding… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He was right to fear. Patrick stood in the shadows, possessed by a rage so intense that it took every ounce of his control… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“You want to know what's wrong?" He took her chin, forcing her to look at him. She could feel the angry pounding of his… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“And how do you propose we sort this out?" His voice was wonderfully hoarse. She smiled, a devilish glint in her eyes. "Oh, I'm… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“As soon as the man had gone, Caitrina moved to stand before him, her soft feminine scent clouding his senses. Would it always be… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“His kiss was brutal, punishing, for making him feel like this. He was desperate. Out of control. Never had he experienced this kind of… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“How could she have reacted like that? She didn’t understand what had come over her. She’d felt his passion and her own. It made… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes widened. “My.” She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. “This might be more difficult than I realized. You’re a… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Thief, brigand, outlaw, scourge: Those were names he was familiar with, not hero. Yet for a moment, this wee lass could make him want… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He was standing so close to her, all six feet plus inches of masculine strength. So solid and safe. Her valiant protector. It seemed… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her, of filling her, of being joined together in God’s heavenly… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes heated with the anger and hurt that had been held inside her for too long. "Your trips to the village have not… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
