“It still shocked her. In the quiet moments when she took in her surroundings. She was in friggin’ seventeenth century Scotland. Here on a wish from the magical calling card case her sister received from a friend. She’d seen an… — 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
