“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me;… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that’s… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“He’s so fucking unconventionally perfect. I don’t know whether I want to kick him in the balls or lick his face.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Taking her tiny hand into both of mine, I lift it to my chest, placing it right over my racing heart. “You… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Kiss me,” I breathe out against his lips. His mouth moves over mine. His kiss is soft, gentle, and exquisitely slow. Our… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Those ties...those ties are forever, and I never wanted to be connected to any other person so permanently. Forever was always meant… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“For the first time since I was stupid enough to let you go, there is nothing but fear standing in our way.… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“My breath catches in my throat as a chill makes me shiver, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. My eyes latch on to… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Fuck. I don’t remember her being so scary. She’s got those momma eyes down to a T, yet, somehow...on her, they are hot as… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I can just… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Yes!” she shouts, tackling me to the floor. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Cooper James.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me; getting lost… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and I want… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
