“...At that moment, our fates entwined, Roses. I know not why, but I know it to be true—I am bound to you… — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
“I began to turn my body, but he held me and laid me back onto the bed, insistently, kissing my breasts but… — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
“The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes… — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
“He pushed himself a fraction deeper, still exploring his lazy rhythm. I could feel his thickness beginning to stretch me. The sensation… — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
“You’re too sacred,” he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. “You’re the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.” — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
“The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me.” — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
