“What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?” — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?” Go the demure route, so he knows… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“**“I get it,” he said. “I was supposed to give you your space. I didn’t want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I’m just glad the jury is still not out where we’re concerned. It feels like it took an awfully long time to… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“So how about we stop putting on a show for everyone out here and go find ourselves a floating playpen?” He grinned.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“It’s where I want to be most in the world, Starfish. I know my home; I’ve found my place in the world.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“But in this moment, I’m asking, would you come?” “I--don’t know.” There was the slightest hint of a tremble in the words.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Maybe there is a way to have it all,” he said, lowering his head to hers. “If you want me, Starfish, we’ll… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I accept your lovely invitation,” he said, then added, “I only have one caveat.” Her relief turned to wary suspicion as she… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“You’re a wonder, Kerry McCrae,” he said, dipping his head, kissing each warm cheek, her nose, then her mouth. The first kisses… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Kerry had headed up the back stairs of the pub, and even as exhausted as she was, she’d still found it impossible… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I’ve missed you,” he said hoarsely when they broke apart, gasping for breath. “More than I thought possible. “Me too.” She held… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Are you sure you want to sign on for this cattle drive, jillaroo?” he asked her. “Oh, indeed I do.” She slipped… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I want you, Leilani. I'm so hard it hurts. But your scent entices me, lures me." He drew the sheet farther down,… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“He took his hat off and put it on top of the truck cab, his eyes never leaving hers. “Can I satisfy… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“You have one way of communicating that’s exceedingly effective.” “I believe that’s what I was trying to convey,” she said, but any… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“She was every bit of everything he remembered about her, all at once and all at the same time. That was Kerry McCrae in… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Kerry had headed up the back stairs of the pub, and even as exhausted as she was, she’d still found it impossible to wipe… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I got waylaid by another of your throng of supporters and well-wishers so you only have yourself to blame.” “So I heard,” he said.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“What’s so amusing, wench?” came a gravel-throated voice from behind her, followed by a gentle swat across her sheet-covered backside. “Just plotting my mutiny,… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“He was very tall, with long arms and legs that would be gawky and awkward on anyone else, but were graceful and elegant on… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“A clearing of a gravelly throat pulled him from his thoughts. He turned and looked at Thomas, the boat captain, who was seventy if… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Cooper,” she said. “Cooper Jax.” As if saying his name would someone break the spell, vanquish the mirage she was still faintly hoping she… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I accept your lovely invitation,” he said, then added, “I only have one caveat.” Her relief turned to wary suspicion as she eyed him.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“**“I get it,” he said. “I was supposed to give you your space. I didn’t want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate the hell… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Running halfway around the world apparently hadn’t been far enough to leave him and all of what had transpired between her and the entire… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“She shielded her eyes from the sun, her truck keys dangling down the back of her free hand, as Cooper lowered the passenger window… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I can’t believe I’m thirty-one-years-old, lying on my back on a pier in broad daylight--in my own hometown, I might add--trying to figure out… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
