“She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of moon glow, her eyes the soft, silvery blue of a mist-shrouded lake. Dusted pink as new… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“It is usually easier to see what lies on the surface of a person rather than taking the time and attention to delve deeper.… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Jack kissed her long and deep, with a driving need that radiated all the way to his bones. Pausing, he took an extra moment… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“With a quiet pause, he let his hand come to rest just below the triangle of blond curls that concealed her most tender flesh.… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way." Incredulous eyes met his own. "You… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Here, I meant to put you at your ease but instead I've got you closed up against me again like a pretty little clam."… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“He supposed there were worse things than marriage, although right now he couldn't seem to think of any. 'Cade looks happy enough,' Jack reasoned,… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Might I require protection, Wyvern?" "Not at the moment, no, but if you do acquire another pistol, I could always be persuaded to disarm… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Can we go in to supper now?" she asked. "I'm starved. I hope they serve something other than lobster patties and caviar." He linked… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Nestled into a bed of shiny cream satin lay a heart-shaped pendant on a simple gold chain. The heart itself was created from over… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“With most women he would use flattery and flirtation, appealing to both their vanity and their pleasure. But Grace was no ordinary woman. With… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Despite Grumblethorpe's noises of disapproval, Esme knew she liked the family pets.She just did't approve of having so many of them in her mistress's… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
