“She slipped her arms around his back. The invitation in her eyes was too much to resist. Pulling her closer, he kissed… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He slipped his hand under hers and bowed his head over it. His breath touched her skin and sent a tingling sensation… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“His eyes softened and he caressed her cheek with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Clever, courageous Avelina.” She” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“She closed her eyes, memorizing how warm, how safe, how exhilarating it felt to be embraced by him. She breathed him in… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Avelina was dizzy by the time he ended the kiss. The intense smolder in his dark-brown eyes made her breath hitch in… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Avelina was staring up at him, waiting. There was such a look of trust and belief on her face. He imagined reaching… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“She stared up into his eyes. The way he was looking down at her made her heart flutter.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“As she held on to him and leaned against his side, she couldn’t seem to stop sighing. Or smiling. Or reliving his… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He caressed her shoulder and her back and kissed her hair. His heart pounded in his chest at hearing her say she… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Jorgen kept hold of her hand a bit longer than was necessary. His touch made her heart flutter. She caught her breath.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Jorgen reached out to her and, moving as if in a dream, she placed her hand in his. He raised it to… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“When he pulled away, he looked into her eyes, then kissed her again, as if he needed one more sip. But then… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He leaned down and kissed her, harder than he meant to, and when he pulled away, her eyes were still closed, as… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He sat down, his eyes locked on hers. Although his gaze did stray to her lips, if he was honest with himself,… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He pulled her hand to his chest. She was suddenly flooded by the oh-so-recent memory of lying against his chest, his strong… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“She couldn’t seem to stop staring at Jorgen and his blue-green eyes. He made her feel so safe and protected. She couldn’t… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“With reluctance, she loosened her arms from around his waist and took a step back. But Jorgen did not let go. His… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Already very near to him, she moved a bit closer. He disengaged his hand and touched her face. Her skin was like… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Wait. Please.” Odette touched his hand. She wasn’t sure what to say to him, but she couldn’t bear for him to leave.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“The way her eyes caught the light, the desperation in them . . . he wanted to memorize every nuance of her… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He reached out and touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I cannot bear it if something happens to you,… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He went to help her dismount. Odette held on to him. She didn’t meet his eyes, and she did not remove her… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Her hair had fallen over her cheek and one eye. He succumbed to his desire and smoothed her hair off her face.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Her eyelids drooped low. He could resist no longer. He bent and pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her softly at… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Avelina’s insides melted at the memory of their kiss. Her lips still tingled. She” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“The touch of his fingers sent her heart to dancing, and her mind flitted to being held in his arms after he… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“All he could think about was that kiss they had shared a few minutes before. And how much he wanted to kiss… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“She stared down at her folded hands in her lap, her lips parted in a way that made his heart pound against… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He resisted the urge to caress her shoulder . . . her hair . . . her back. He closed his eyes,… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“She nestled against his chest in the sweetest way, making his breath hitch in his throat. He hugged her close, brushing his… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“REINHART PULLED HER close, his hand against the back of her head, holding her to his chest. His heart pounded against his… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“For some reason it reminded her of his fingers caressing her cheek in the tiny room. But that thought, along with his… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He sat down behind her, then wrapped his arms around hers, pulling her back firmly against his chest. His warmth instantly seeped… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“A shiver went up her spine. Part of her wanted to lean toward him so she could see deeper into his brown… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He imagined his arm embracing her, pulling her back against his chest, her head resting against him, her temple against his cheek.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“When she glanced up, he was staring into her eyes in a way that made her heart stutter and stammer. He seemed… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Jorgen turned and reached out to her. Tears spilled from her eyes and she stepped into his open arms, pressing her cheek… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“But he was still holding tightly to her hand. His expression seemed sad. Finally, he let go. She turned and hurried out… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“The sight of her closed eyelids and parted lips was too much for his weak restraint, and he kissed her again. She… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Jorgen stood and held his hand out to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. The pained-but-hopeful look… — 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
