“Charlotte raised her eyebrows. “Have you spent any time with her this week?” “I’m afraid she’s too…perfectish.” She stopped and turned toward him. “Perfectish?” He lowered his head and gazed into her eyes. “Yes, perfectish. It’s a clear indication that… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Their encounter confirmed what he had been unwilling to admit. Charlotte didn’t taste, smell, or feel like any other woman he had ever known.… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Awash in sensation, it took several moments for Charlotte to come to her senses. She slowly pulled away from him and pressed her fingers… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“He turned to face her and studied her as if he could see right through her. “None of them are worthy of you.” A… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Charlotte raised her eyebrows. “Have you spent any time with her this week?” “I’m afraid she’s too…perfectish.” She stopped and turned toward him. “Perfectish?”… — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
“Yes, magnifliant. Magnificent, brilliant, splendid, superb. I could go on.” — Ally Broadfield Copy Share Image
