“Even when I cried,” she said, a world of resignation in her tone, “I was glad to be here with you, Westhaven. Believe that, if you believe nothing else of me.” What she had meant was: Even when I cried… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“She glanced at him, her expression curious. "When did you decide to call me Maggie?" The last time I kissed you. "When did you… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I've been foolish." "I hope you at least had a grand time being foolish.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“So she learned at the age of almost twenty-six how to kiss a lover. Such kisses involved tongues, lips, taste, feel, and soft, needy… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I know what you're doing, though." "I'm glad somebody knows what I'm about, because I seem to have lost my own grasp of it… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?" "He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“Pregnant women made him nervous, particularly when their condition sailed before them like the prow of some small, feminine ship.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“One feels sorry for the lions, that is. Were they less magnificent, they’d be free to chase the gazelles all the livelong day. But… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I live to bring you pleasure.” To Gilly, his words rang like a vow.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“I didn't intend it to become that kind of kiss, but I'm not sorry it did. If that makes me a cad and a… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“You worry me, Mags, so self-contained and quiet. Hazelton would not have been my choice for you." "Why not?" "He's a man who dwells… — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“He sounded bewildered, as if his arrival into her bed, into her very body, had been the work of fairies.” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
