“God, I want you,’ he breathed, and Bernadette’s throat closed, trapping her breath, while every last ounce of strength drained out of her and left her with knees turned suddenly to rubber. ‘I’ve never said that to a nun before,’… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“He moaned her name against her lips, and then at her temple, and her closed eyes. It seemed to be all he could say,… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“She would remember that voice as long as she lived, Bernadette thought. It was low and slightly harsh, as if he was hoarse from yelling at the top of his lungs all day. Yet there was a deep resonance to it, as well. It seemed to come from the soles of his feet, rumbling up through that long, tough-looking body… — Lynn Turner Copy Share
“Does this ring any bells?’ he murmured against her lips. ‘I——-’ Whatever else she’d been about to say was lost as he kissed her again. His gentleness took her by surprise, and without being fully aware that she was doing it she started kissing him back, just as gently. His hand curved to fit her waist as he murmured something… — Lynn Turner Copy Share
“Their conversation was limited to monosyllables, few and far between, and either consciously or unconsciously spoken in French. The language should have sounded clumsy or discordant when spoken in Forrester’s normal growl, but it didn’t. Instead, his terse questions and muttered comments came out sounding like impatient love words, deliciously sexy; as if the engine he was working on was… — Lynn Turner Copy Share
“God, I want you,’ he breathed, and Bernadette’s throat closed, trapping her breath, while every last ounce of strength drained out of her and… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“He released something elemental in her, some primitive force she hadn’t even been aware of until he came along. It was frightening, in a… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
“Deke: 'You know what I'm wonderin'?' Malachi: 'No, and to tell the truth, I don't care' Deke: 'I'm wonderin' how you've managed to live… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
