“Is there anything love couldn't make us do? --MARTIAL, C.E. C.40-104” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Suddenly he smiled, and the sadness was vanquished by whisky heat. “Aye, Jessica, I like you. And I’m not just stuck with you. You fit me here, woman.” He thumped his chest with his fist. Then he shook her hand from his forearm and pushed off with the cart again. Jessi watched him move down the aisle, all sleek animal… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“Seventeen more days,” Jessi breathed wonderingly. “God, you must be climbing the . . . er, walls . . . or whatever’s… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“As she watched, he examined the can intently, read the ingredients, then returned it to the shelf and chose another, repeating his… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“No new beginnings. Damn it, it shouldn’t bother her! But it did. She tried to turn away, but his hand flashed out… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“She shrugged, looking as baffled by it as he felt. "I don't know. I wonder sometimes if people even know what love… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Nope,” she managed. “No other questions.” Eleven centuries of captivity. Hung on his hated enemy’s study wall. Eleven centuries of not touching.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“If she could have anything in the world, he'd asked her, what would it be? She'd answered that one without hesitation: a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
