“Heat flashed over her cheeks. “As I said, I know what happens next, but something tells me it isn’t like the… books.” “It isn’t.” Alistair’s lips lowered to her throat and closed for a playful nip. Wherever his fingers drifted… — 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… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“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… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“…then they will lose me forever. I choose you, Alistair. I choose you and our kingdom.” — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Her dream mind should have conjured him naked, so she could better appreciate his muscles. Instead, he wore a white linen shirt, unfastened at… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Sorcha wet her mouth and took a step after him. “Not even a kiss?” “Not even a kiss. I’m a man of my word,… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“We are mated for life, Anastasia. You are my queen from this day forward. We have no formal ceremonies, only the sacred vows we… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
