“He was right to fear. Patrick stood in the shadows, possessed by a rage so intense that it took every ounce of… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“You want to know what's wrong?" He took her chin, forcing her to look at him. She could feel the angry pounding… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“And how do you propose we sort this out?" His voice was wonderfully hoarse. She smiled, a devilish glint in her eyes.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“His kiss was brutal, punishing, for making him feel like this. He was desperate. Out of control. Never had he experienced this… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Thief, brigand, outlaw, scourge: Those were names he was familiar with, not hero. Yet for a moment, this wee lass could make… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“He was standing so close to her, all six feet plus inches of masculine strength. So solid and safe. Her valiant protector.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her eyes heated with the anger and hurt that had been held inside her for too long. "Your trips to the village… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her body sighed, taking him in as if she'd been waiting for this her whole life. Perhaps she had.” — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“A wave of possessiveness came over him, almost frightening in its intensity. Mine. The thought of another man looking at her was… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“It seemed she would not be able to ignore her duty; it had just arrived.” — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Again. Apparently, three broken engagements weren't enough. It was her duty to marry, and marry she must.” — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Her mouth was right on his ear, and she spoke her wicked thoughts aloud. "I want you inside me." That was it.… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“She wanted to inhale him. Devour him. Lick every inch of his incredible body.” — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“Why was she doing this to herself? She was too young to be locked away in this grim castle, weighed down with… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
“His mouth slid over her jaw and down her throat, her skin as smooth and sweet as cream. "God, you taste incredible,"… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
