“I love you the way a man loves only one woman- only one woman...forever.” — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Let's see---a prince defending your honor with his vast vocabulary and political competency---okay, maybe. But a rogue defending you with fists and bladed weaponry?… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Then claim it my pretty knight," she whispered- weeping with joy. "Claim your prize...claim me as your token of favour...for I have ever been… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“It is a severe cruelty inflicted upon women...that we should be the ones who so desperately need love...affection...acceptance.And yet, we suffer...many of us, for… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
Sometimes just the tiniest allocation of time spent with a friend, imprints on your mind and gives you something to smile about for the… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Scars are but evidence of life," Coquette said. "Evidence of choices to be learned from...evidence of wounds...wounds inflicted of mistakes...wounds we choose to allow… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“I love you the way a man loves only one woman- only one woman...forever.” — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Ol’ Tom, he’s a good ol’ boy…always smilin’. But I seen Eldon Pickering in town last week—he cowboys for” — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“People like to think the worst. They like to have hushed gossip sessions and point their fingers at someone's problems that are more obvious… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Injustice is plaguing the countryside! And I think pie may be the only answer.” — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Yet Katie held fast to the dream that perhaps there were men in the world who appreciated good women - men capable of loving… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“I am no infant!" Valor growled. Why did they insist on treating him as if he were ill or fatally wounded? He was merely… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“First you term me pretty...and then dub me terrifying in the next breath," he said. "I do not know what to make of it."… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
“Entwine thine arms about me, love. Protect me from the cold. Release me not for need of breath…nor fear of growing old. Keep safe… — Marcia Lynn McClure Copy Share Image
