“He smelled the scent of roses and it nearly maddened him. Or perhaps he was already mad. “Run now,” he whispered. She… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“I’m afraid I’m rather used to females making themselves shameless for me.” — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“She was lost. He broke their kiss and laid his forehead against hers. “Make me stop.” “I can’t,” she whispered. “Then… we’re… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
