“And then there was Lydia. Lydia who had hurtled into his life – into their lives – with hair like fire, eyes like amethysts and a fuck-me scent so palpable that he’d betrayed the only woman he’d ever loved.” — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“If she wanted this man to trust her, to open up to her, she would have to strip every last piece of herself away,… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“...today, I’m writing about the extraordinary; those ‘moments’ in life that reach us, and change us. Those moments take place all the time, really… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“You’re one cruel bastard,” she managed to get out. He tsked with his tongue. “Everyone says that.” Then he took hold of her chin… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“And they said females were the moody ones. Yeah – right. No one did moods like Alpha male werewolves.” — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“...you’d be amazed at the grand tales the human brain will throw up to make sense of something nonsensical.” — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“The one thing you should never do to a woman, whether you make love to her or fuck her, is apologise straight after.” — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“She waited for him with shallow breaths, head thrown back, eyes half closed, completely exposed in her trust of him, and it unravelled the… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“We have choice,” she insisted. “This is it. We don’t get to choose our choices, Gwain, we just get to make the ones we’re… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“Love finds you, not the other way around, and you can’t run from it.” — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
