“The door opened, held by the butler, and Lord Montagu swept into the room, his presence overwhelming the space. She could swear even the flowers in their vases perked up and listed in his direction. Honest to Pete.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“So, it’s like that is it. You showed me yours and now I have to show you mine.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“His eyes flipped up to hers, the lids hooded. Then back to her mouth. The crackling tension now sparked across her skin.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“In addition to her Curtsey-No-Contraction mantra, she needed to add a No-Ogling-the-Period-Hunks policy.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. “You… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“He lay stretched full length along his glorified cot, and while his bandage masked his shoulder, plenty of bare skin remained for her gaze… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“I’m Fiona. This is my sister, Traci. We’re just here for a wee bit of adventure.” Ian liked the sound of that. Acutely aware… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“His appreciative gaze set off an internal chain reaction--erratic heartbeat, rush of heat--like all her cells collectively blushed, sighed, and propped their chins in… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She did not want to have to choose between the legend which had finally made her feel as if her life had meaning and… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Yes, especially if the lady is intelligent. I have never been one to tolerate fools, regardless of their sex, so it follows I also… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
