“Seventeen more days,” Jessi breathed wonderingly. “God, you must be climbing the . . . er, walls . . . or whatever’s… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“She shrugged, looking as baffled by it as he felt. "I don't know. I wonder sometimes if people even know what love… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Nope,” she managed. “No other questions.” Eleven centuries of captivity. Hung on his hated enemy’s study wall. Eleven centuries of not touching.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“If she could have anything in the world, he'd asked her, what would it be? She'd answered that one without hesitation: a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
