“Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren't seeing her. Focused… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms. “You are so… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. "I desire you so much". His whisper melted her heart. His soft touch set her… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn’t be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth.… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“God, please God, touch me, inflame me, burn me, drive me insane with desire but don't let go of me, do not let go… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“So tall and lithe in his suede and leather outfit. So utterly gorgeous it almost ached to look at him.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren't seeing her. Focused on the… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
