“Liliana Claremont entered the cottage through the kitchen, muffling the click of the latch with her wool scarf. She had no wish to wake Carsons, her butler and all-around manservant. She’d given the rest of the staff holiday since she… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“A hand clamped over Liliana’s mouth and she was jerked back against a solid chest. A sinewy arm snaked just below her clavicle, pinning… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“Damned woman. Ever since she’d dropped into his arms last night, he’d been tied in knots. On one hand, desire gripped him. On the… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“Liliana Claremont entered the cottage through the kitchen, muffling the click of the latch with her wool scarf. She had no wish to wake… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“She turned her head to him then. Her face was as cool as the sea off Cornwall, yet her eyes blazed purple fire. "No,… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
