“She looked up at him, her eyes enormous. He noticed they were hazel, the sort that picked up whatever hue was near. Now they were the same shade of green as the moss ringing the cavern.” — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but ye're alive!"… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“If your heart’s no’ engaged in your marriage, then ye shouldna be averse to a wee bit of lust outside of it,” he said,… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around her waist… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“His mouth descended upon hers and swallowed up her cry. She'd been kissed sweetly before, stylized expressions of courtship during some of the dances… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there was a… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Lust was no surprise. Present a man who'd not known a woman in a while with the sight of a naked one, and there… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“This will hurt ye more than it does me,” she said as she pulled the thread through his skin. “Nay, lass, you’re but tickling… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“He turned around to look at the house. Elspeth was behind one of the vellum-covered windows. Did she wonder where he was? If it… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“He gazed into her eyes. There were little flecks of gold ringing her pupils. Now that she wasn’t running from him or terrified by… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Cómo no iba a venir? Me habría sido imposible, con lo enamorado que estoy de ti. Tú me perteneces. Ya he arriesgado la vida… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“I promise ye, lass, I'll keep ye safe. No one will harm ye." He grasped at anything he could think of to dry up… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with… — Connie Mason Copy Share
“Stop.” She covered her breast with her own hand. “That’s no’ a healer’s touch.” His smile was sin incarnate. “Ye’ve the right of it… — Connie Mason Copy Share
