“After a taste of a Scot, you'll never look elsewhere again." A brunette smiled seductively, "That's quite a boast." "I'm quite a… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“You're a Scott," the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting. "And you're… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“You aren't meant to be a prisoner. You're powerful and incredible." "You've no' seen me in dragon form." "I don't have to.… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“What do you want?" "You." His voice was soft, low. His eyes were intense and watchful.” — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“I want you.” She chuckled without opening her eyes. “Again?” “Always,” he replied.” — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“Were you married?" "No." No one could compare to the best thing that had ever come into his life - Natalie. "Did you come close?" He glanced her way. "Once. Fourteen years ago, to my high school sweetheart." "You wanted to marry me?" 'It's why I left without talking to you. I knew If I saw you, I'd propose.” — Donna Grant Copy Share
“I always wondered why they don’t have a word for a parent who loses a child. If I’d lost Ben, I’d be a widow.” — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“Sammi watched him walk toward her. He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“I never counted on you, lass. You are strong, honorable, clever, shrewd, beautiful, and resilient. You doona ever quit, and you doona ever give… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“He opened his mouth and let it loose, the blast of cold air freezing the Dark Ones instantaneously. Kiril saw himself in the mirror… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“The first time her grandfather had told her of her heritage, she’d laughed, thinking it was a jest. But as they’d walked down the… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
