“Sorcha twisted around at the sound of Conall’s battle cry. Like her own personal knight in shining armor, or perhaps in his case, an alpha in patterned tartan, he crossed the ground with his sword raised to come down in… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Her cheeks flushed hot, the memory of their shared kisses and encounter in the hot spring sending a jolt straight to her core. She’d… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“I can carry you, Emilia,” Conall offered. “I’m quite capable of walking out.” “Of course, you are,” he agreed, “but after your burdens, I… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“If she’d known his fingers possessed even a tenth of the pleasure he’d shown her, she would have surrendered her misconceptions about virginity in… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“I could indeed have a pleasant life in this castle, and I’m quite happy to be here.” “You are pleased to be here?” “Quite,”… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“The tension left his body and his shoulders sagged. He dropped his hands to her waist and drew her in against him while nuzzling… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Ramsay—” He silenced her with a kiss, and then he gave her something else to focus on, making love to her with the tenderness missing from their previous passionate and wild couplings. When she woke again, hours later, Ramsay was gone. She buried her face against his pillow, breathing in his scent, and wondered how she’d endure during the time… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share
“From anyone else, she would have believed it was a line to gain her favor. From Conall, it sounded true. Upon” — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Then she summoned everything she had and placed it in one spell. All of her emotion—despair and hope, anger at Edward, and love for… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Please don’t leave where I cannot follow. Don’t go.” She kissed his smooth snout where the scales weren’t upraised or horned. “I love you… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Exercising willpower he didn’t know he had, Conall slipped from his place beside her in the makeshift bed. Donning clothes didn’t help. To distract himself, he fastened his kilt and laced his boots, the occasional glimpse of her bare body a temptation to shirk his duties for a moment longer, to worship at her feet and take the sweet core… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share
“…then they will lose me forever. I choose you, Alistair. I choose you and our kingdom.” — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
