“The front of the man's kilt suddenly became very wet and Ian's eyes widened in surprise. "Did he just piss in a… — Victoria Roberts Copy Share Image
“No, he didn’t view the scar as shameful, though he did in its getting. For he’d not received it in battle. He’d… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.” — Paula Quinn Copy Share Image
“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… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
“And then… Oh my. She realized why his silhouette had been off. The man was buck naked. Pressed against her. He’d swam… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Mmm...you smell of lavender." She didn't think it wise to tell the man what he smelled like so she politely nodded.” — Victoria Roberts Copy Share Image
“As I recall,” he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, “I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
