“Rory's big labradoodle made a snap judgement that Frankie was everything her life had been missing up until now. She flung herself into the girl's arms, wiggling and whining, a shaggy mass of chocolate-colored enthusiasm. "Mistral likes you, I see." While he, the one who filled the dog's food dish, had gotten nothing but suspicious glances since he arrived two… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share
“I hope you brought your handcuffs," she added. "I won't go quietly." "I might use them anyway, for fun," he answered, remembering the sensation… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“Consider yourself warned, Frankie. Something about these mountains convinces previously sane women to give up Starbucks for saddle sores.” — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“She pulled her arm free from his grasp and stood back, her arms crossed. "So, what then? You're holding me hostage? Are you even… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“Their love story had ended long ago, and yet one smile from him brought it all back, the joy, the heartache, everything. True love… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“I'm resourceful," she called after him. Resourceful, he thought, rinsing his hands with the ladle she'd left in the bucket. "A euphemism commonly used… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“He could hear her ramping up and rather than letting it happen, he silenced her the best way he knew hos. He lowered his head to hers, slowly, so she could see him coming. Her lips parted, in anticipation, in fear, out of breathlessness or a need to speak, he didn't care. He pressed his against them and heard her… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share
“She was licking something off the end of a wooden spoon. Red froze. His body reacted as if he'd walked in on her twirling half-naked on a pole… Frankie was intriguing. Unsettling. Challenging He wanted to figure her out. He wanted to play strip poker with her. He wanted to throw her on the couch and --- "A touch more… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share
“You're pretty low maintenance, as women go." "I am, am I?" She sounded amused. "Yeah. Like a cactus.” — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“Consider me your rescuer, not your jailer," he said to Frankie, without looking at her. His gut told him that, on the criminal mastermind… — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“Great. He had a ranch with no power, a burgeoning blizzard, animals depending on him and now, a frightened, felonious elf to look after.” — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
“What are you wearing?" "Coveralls. Shit-kickers. Long, latex gloves." He blinked. "can't wait to see you take them off.” — Roxanne Snopek Copy Share Image
