“Archaeologist, adventurer — I saw the Indiana Jones movies. They are the same.” — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
“She glanced over her shoulder at him. “So until the wedding ceremony in your chapel, we’ll be chaste?” Her smile flirted and taunted, and he marveled at how quickly Amy had learned to entice. “There is an advantage with living in a building that was once an abbey.” “What is that, Jermyn?” She pulled on her tattered gloves. Biggers moaned… — Christina Dodd Copy Share
I intend to marry Michael, and squander all his money and run his life, and make sure he never again consorts with wicked women… — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
“Holding her tight against him, he said, "I am the blood in your veins, the marrow in your bones. You'll never go anywhere without… — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
“I have never seen an unclad male form in my life, and I haven’t suffered for the lack.” “By an extraordinary coincidence, I haven’t seen an unclad male form in my life, either. I’d say it’s time to remedy the situation.” Tugging his shirt open, Amy peered down at his chest. “We can’t look at him when he’s unconscious! It’s… — Christina Dodd Copy Share
“Ah, Lord Northcliff, how well you look this afternoon!” “Thank you. I feel well indeed.” Taking Amy’s hand, he held it in both of… — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
...the pain of the constant, bone-chilling loneliness she'd accustomed herself to. And learned to live with it. — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
We're lucky." He slipped his hand around her waist and splayed it in the small of her back. "Most couples have only one first… — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
She wished she hadn't succumbed to irritation. Because she wanted to know about his inner feelings. She always thought people were like pieces of art glass-- strong enough to handle and use, delicate enough to shatter under a strong blow, and filled with swirls of color that fascinated the eye. But while most people--and most glass--allowed light through, she could… — Christina Dodd Copy Share
“You know, Guinevere Mary, the kind of woman you could be, and I know it, too. And I won’t be satisfied until you are.”… — Christina Dodd Copy Share Image
“That’s the master bedchamber, remember? You’ve been there collecting my underwear.” “That’s right. You’re the swine who sent me on a fool’s errand when you could have gone yourself.” She observed his expression. “You did go yourself!” “I saw you there,” he admitted. “Did I call you a swine?” Remembering the drama with which she sneaked into Summerwind Abbey, she… — Christina Dodd Copy Share
