“His lips were approaching hers, but she could not taste sin. Not yet. Not until she knew the name of this golden haired man, so her soul could sing his name for the rest of eternity.” — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
“Angela turned in her chair. Resting her chin on folded hands, the mirror reflected the look of a girl in love. ‘Oh, what a… — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
“His lips were approaching hers, but she could not taste sin. Not yet. Not until she knew the name of this golden haired man,… — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
“Thinking back on the outing to the theatre, she added, ‘I want a man, not a preening peacock!” — Katherine Givens Copy Share Image
