“Loretta opened her eyes and gazed up at her Comanche husband through a haze of longing. By degrees her pulse slowed, and… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Fuck you.” Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore—Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn’t… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“We will go to my lodge, yes? I will make you happy there where no one can see.” She slugged his shoulder.… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“She tried to keep in mind how scared and hurt Hunter was and decided to let him have that one. She chose… — Aaron Overfield Copy Share Image
