“She would remember that voice as long as she lived, Bernadette thought. It was low and slightly harsh, as if he was hoarse from yelling at the top of his lungs all day. Yet there was a deep resonance to… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“He moaned her name against her lips, and then at her temple, and her closed eyes. It seemed to be all he could say,… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“She would remember that voice as long as she lived, Bernadette thought. It was low and slightly harsh, as if he was hoarse from… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“Does this ring any bells?’ he murmured against her lips. ‘I——-’ Whatever else she’d been about to say was lost as he kissed her… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“Their conversation was limited to monosyllables, few and far between, and either consciously or unconsciously spoken in French. The language should have sounded clumsy… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“God, I want you,’ he breathed, and Bernadette’s throat closed, trapping her breath, while every last ounce of strength drained out of her and… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“He released something elemental in her, some primitive force she hadn’t even been aware of until he came along. It was frightening, in a… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“Deke: 'You know what I'm wonderin'?' Malachi: 'No, and to tell the truth, I don't care' Deke: 'I'm wonderin' how you've managed to live… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
