“Something started thumping rhythmically against the door. Julianne hiccoughed and stared in horror, fearing whoever was in there would fling it open. A man… — Vicky Dreiling Copy Share Image
“He'd missed matching wits with her. "Shall we duel with our lips?" "You may find yourself eating grass for breakfast.” — Vicky Dreiling Copy Share Image
“There was no mistake," he said. "You freely gave me a kiss because I kept silent about supposed engagement." Well, you could have been… — Vicky Dreiling Copy Share Image
“Devilment showed in his eyes. “Well, since it is a trial, we should practice so that we can perfect our kisses.” “You need no… — Vicky Dreiling Copy Share Image
