“She brought a finger to her mouth, licked it. Salt. A clean scent. Not male sweat rich with the scent of musk… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“You ask for too much, Iain,” she murmured. “More than I can give.” “Do I?” Movement against her made her pause, made… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She reached for his wrist, clutched it. “How do I look?” “Hurt. Pained. Destroyed.” “If I could look into your eyes, what… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I have waited for this, Beth, this moment,” he whispered as he took her hands in his and brought her fingertips to… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“He knew how to touch her, how hard to thrust, when to roll his hips, when and how to angle himself so… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“What did you discover about the shooter?” Jude asked as he struggled to sit upright. “Once I spotted him on the rooftop,… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Oh, God, I would give anything to change the past,” he gasped. “To make it so that the last thing you saw… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Tilting her face back, he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, unable to settle on his face. And the same terrifying… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Beth…Beth… He whispered her name in his mind, unwilling to break the spell that surrounded them with any sound. He did not… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“...It’s always only ever been you. And it always will be, Beth. You have my heart. My love. And my regret that… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you see?” “Don’t look at me,” she cried, now utterly unhinged. “Don’t look… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I’m still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“How will I accomplish such a thing?” he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep, watch… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“A friend. A companion. A beautiful, passionate lover to spend the days and nights with. A woman to carry my children, a partner to… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She brought a finger to her mouth, licked it. Salt. A clean scent. Not male sweat rich with the scent of musk and masculine… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She saw how he was staring at it, the bright red hue beneath her bonnet. She could not bear to see the way he… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You’ve… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“But this night is not through. We’ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
