“God help me, what I wanted to do was to sweep her into my arms and clasp her to my manly bosom and pour words of soft comfort and consolation into her shell-like ear, as any red-blooded male would do.” — Rosy Thornton Copy Share Image
“God help me, what I wanted to do was to sweep her into my arms and clasp her to my manly bosom and pour… — Rosy Thornton Copy Share Image
“She’d got her hair scooped back from her face this time, in some kind of rather fetching clip arrangement, but wayward tendrils kept escaping… — Rosy Thornton Copy Share Image
