“His muscles bulged under his shirt, and there was something deliciously attractive about the way he stood, legs braced and head high,” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“She blinked, trying to recall the dream, but the effort was like trying to chase water while it soaked into the ground.” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“He met her halfway, and his hand curled around the back of her neck to hold her close.” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“she’d been bequeathed a house by a relative her mother had claimed didn’t exist.” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“He kissed her. It was a painfully sweet expression of so many emotions: fear, desire, remorse, relief, love.” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“My friends say you’re a bad influence. I’m starting to think they’re right.” “Pshh.” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“what does it matter if I forget a story after a month as long as I enjoy it while I’m reading it?” — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“Hate and love danced a violent tango inside of her. She wished he were dead. She wanted to see him smile again. She craved… — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
“This is a house that hasn’t seen a new soul in half a century. The walls are saturated with her; the floorboards are worn… — Darcy Coates Copy Share Image
