“Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman’s… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share Image
“He would not kiss her mouth or allow her to caress him in tenderness. He broke his fierce silence only to whisper what wicked magic he was going to work until it took little more than the husky rasp of his voice in her ear to bring her to the brink of fulfillment. Had there been even a hint of… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share
“He caught her by the shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. "Do you think you're so charming in that silly… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share Image
“Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share Image
