“Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“Kiril glanced around the darkened room. He walked to a leather chair and sat, stretching his legs out in front of him… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“The excitement that filled Usaeil could barely be contained. She knew it wouldn’t take Taraeth long to corner Rhi. As she walked… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“No longer could he deny what he wanted. Perhaps it was her confession. Maybe it was because he hadn't taken to the… — 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… — Donna Grant Copy Share Image
“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
