“Time blunts the pain and creates a mist over one’s memory — at least in the case of death and sorrow. Other types of pain linger longer.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“As if that pain was worse than finding out she had deceived him. No, the wolves had nothing to do with this pain in his heart, this pain that had kept him awake all night.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Lord Thornbeck lifted her onto the saddle. He looked her in the eye, and her breath stilled in her chest. There was such an… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Thank you for saving my life.” His voice was rough and thick, and his throat bobbed. Her heart thumped against her chest. As he… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“I do like Jorgen.” She sighed. A tingle went down her arms as she imagined his face, his smile, his eyes, the way he… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He had danced with fair maidens before, but Odette was different. She was graceful and beautiful, but there was something in her eyes and… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Oh, that is very generous of you.” And thoughtful. Her heart stirred strangely inside her as she looked up into his warm brown eyes.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“JORGEN KISSED HER like a man dying of thirst and she was the only source of water. He took her breath away. Odette was… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“You like Jorgen. Ja, go on,” Anna prompted her. “Jorgen is . . .” “Kind? Handsome? In love with you?” “In love with me?… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“He could neither love her nor marry her. Besides, she was impertinent and opinionated, two of the very worst traits a woman could have.… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“A shiver went up her spine. Part of her wanted to lean toward him so she could see deeper into his brown eyes, to… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Reinhart frowned at him. “I am surprised you are so quick to allude to your new wife’s lawbreaking activities.” “She would not be breaking… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“She had no right to enjoy his touch. She was a terrible friend in that moment, because she wanted him. Oh, how she wanted… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“How can I ever be content married to anyone else but him? “Foolish, foolish girl.” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
