“His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn’t be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth. “I want to take you in my arms, to kiss you long and hard, to touch… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms. “You are so… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. "I desire you so much". His whisper melted her heart. His soft touch set her… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn’t be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth.… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“God, please God, touch me, inflame me, burn me, drive me insane with desire but don't let go of me, do not let go… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“So tall and lithe in his suede and leather outfit. So utterly gorgeous it almost ached to look at him.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.” — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
“Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren't seeing her. Focused on the… — Chris Lange Copy Share Image
