“Gwyneth. He passed her name through his thoughts a hundred times a day. He wanted to say her name, whisper it into her ear. But that would imply an intimacy they didn’t share.” — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
“His clan, his lands, his title-those were his duty. But Gwyneth was his delight. His reason to smile.” — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
“You're warm," she whispered. Either he was daft or that was an invitation. "And you're soft.” — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Gwyneth. He passed her name through his thoughts a hundred times a day. He wanted to say her name, whisper it into her ear.… — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
“She tasted of salvation and damnation at once. No woman had ever lured him to forget who he was…forget his past, his future, and… — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
“He propped his cane up, placed his arm on the wall beside her and leaned casually, close to her. Closer than was proper. Her… — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Stirling, Scotland, October 1619 "Kristina, wake up and ready yourself for a journey!" In her bedchamber, Kristina MacQueen jolted awake. Had she just heard… — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
