“Sweet bleedin’ Jesus,” Faolan exploded, snatching up the shirt and yanking it back down over her head in one fluid movement. “Do ye think to display yerself for every man on the beach? Ye doona allow me to look and… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Here’s a secret for ye, mo chridhe,” Maggie smiled, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, “nothing ever dies. The gift stays the same,… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that.” Faolán exhaled. “Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing, and I confess… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“I’m not holding out a whole lot of hope for you,” she snapped. “And quit calling me that. I liked it when I thought… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Finding her voice at last, she asked, “What dreams are you having, sir?” “I dreamt I was in a spring field and a woman… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre” — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“In the late afternoon, Lily approached Ian as he reclined on the couch sketching. “I’ve got something to ask you,” she said, the tiniest… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling” — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Faolan stretched out on the blanket, propping his head on one elbow thoughtfully. “Eire is fine enough, I suppose,” he began, “but if I… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Identify yourself,” Colleen demanded. “I’ve got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink.… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Lunch looks grand, Meg. You’ve really outdone yourself,” James commented, loading his plate. He frowned down at an escaping carrot extending precariously over the… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. “I guess I should say thank you for saving… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
“Sweet bleedin’ Jesus,” Faolan exploded, snatching up the shirt and yanking it back down over her head in one fluid movement. “Do ye think… — Shannon MacLeod Copy Share Image
