“No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.” — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“Will you have me, though I come to you corrupt? My armor tarnished with sin and decadence.” — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“I believe it is love, but how does one tell?” Her friend’s gaze grew thoughtful. “The signs are usually recognizable. When you love a… — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“In her own uniquely spirited way, she had pierced his armor and burrowed unerringly into his heart” — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“And she felt raw with love for him-her possessive, protective, warrior knight; her dangerous lord who had given his heart over to her to… — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“Thank God. I was running out of hope." His arms coming around her, he drew her close and rested his cheek on her hair.… — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive,… — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“Don’t run,” Fanny advised. “That will only arouse his primal male urge to pursue fleeing prey.” — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“My capitulation wasn't dependent on a legend or a Shakespearean play, however. You were the reason I fell in love, sweet, precious Sophie." His… — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
“She wanted love and passion and lightning bolts in her marriage - the sweet fire only Jack could give her.” — Nicole Jordan Copy Share Image
