“Mercia wasn’t a little-in-love sort of man. He was mad, dark passion, sweeping emotion, and complete loss of reason, with his gaunt male beauty, his wealth and power, and his haunted past.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“She glanced at him, her expression curious. "When did you decide to call me Maggie?" The last time I kissed you. "When did you… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I've been foolish." "I hope you at least had a grand time being foolish.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“So she learned at the age of almost twenty-six how to kiss a lover. Such kisses involved tongues, lips, taste, feel, and soft, needy… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I know what you're doing, though." "I'm glad somebody knows what I'm about, because I seem to have lost my own grasp of it… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?" "He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“Pregnant women made him nervous, particularly when their condition sailed before them like the prow of some small, feminine ship.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“One feels sorry for the lions, that is. Were they less magnificent, they’d be free to chase the gazelles all the livelong day. But… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I live to bring you pleasure.” To Gilly, his words rang like a vow.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I didn't intend it to become that kind of kiss, but I'm not sorry it did. If that makes me a cad and a bounder, so be it. That kiss was worth any invective you want to hurl at me." He stepped away, leaving Maggie only slightly less confused. "You liked it then?" "Yes, Maggie Windham." He looked her right… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share
“You worry me, Mags, so self-contained and quiet. Hazelton would not have been my choice for you." "Why not?" "He's a man who dwells… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“He sounded bewildered, as if his arrival into her bed, into her very body, had been the work of fairies.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
