“Oh, it’s you,' her head lolled back as she stared up at Owen. Blood was draining in the wrong direction again. He… — Emma Jackson Copy Share Image
“Someone tall and tanned was standing just inside the doorway: Owen Walker had arrived. Obviously, she had known this was going to… — Emma Jackson Copy Share Image
“I think I was actually channelling my grandfather,’ she admitted. ‘He lived right out in the woods in this little cottage and… — Emma Jackson Copy Share Image
“I can't say I remember this bit in the book,' she commented when he was finished and she was sweeping an applicator… — Emma Jackson Copy Share Image
