“Say my name,” he countered, his hand wrapping around the irresistible length of her neck. This time it was he who whispered in her ear. “Say it.” “I do not know what it is,” she said, her breath rushing out… — Jacquelyn Frank Copy Share Image
“You have not slept for many days together, Legna. Why do you assume you might have success today?” Legna turned around sharply, driving her gaze and attention out the window, trying to use the sprawling lawn as a slate with… — Jacquelyn Frank Copy Share Image
