“Are ye hungry?" she asked, her voice soothing. His stomach growled. "I could cut the heart out of a stag and eat… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupped her breast in his hand. "Tis boidhche --beautiful.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Are ye always standing like a stallion?" His low chuckle brought another wave of gooseflesh across her skin. "Only when Ye're near.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore?” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Her breath caught when his erection shot to rigid. "Merciful Father, Ye're like a stallion with a mare in heat.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Learning to pipe isn't easy. At first it always sounds worse than a chicken yard full of squawking adolescent roosters.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Another sharp pang stabbed him in the ribs and made him jolt with a grunt. "Are you in pain?" Alex smirked. 'I've been bludgeoned… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Working undercover ate a person from the inside out, and it had cost Olivia more than she wanted to admit.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“With a resounding bang, the door burst open. A crazed man gaped at her with piercing and anguished blue eyes. Grunting, he staggered inside… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Are ye hungry?" she asked, her voice soothing. His stomach growled. "I could cut the heart out of a stag and eat it raw."… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. "Rugged land for a rugged man.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“I would like to know the given name of the woman who can kiss me so passionately she makes me want to climb to… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“He lowered his gaze to her breasts. His tongue sneaking to the corner of his mouth, he traced his finger across her exposed flesh.… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
“My thanks, m'lady." He reached for the bowl and sniffed the pottage, followed by a cringe. She bit her fingernail. "Oh dear, I'm afraid… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
