“It was a kiss born of thunderstorms and the wild loneliness of the night. It was hot, fierce, and needy.” — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
“It was a kiss born of thunderstorms and the wild loneliness of the night. It was hot, fierce, and needy.” — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
“What would you tell her about me?” He did not just ask that. “You did not just ask that.” She chuckled. “I’m serious,” he… — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
“No person can do this or that to keep another from being truly free. We are always free. Even if imprisoned.” — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
“It distressed him seeing her so upset. And his distress over her distress distressed him even more. Which made no sense being that she… — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
“How do they do it?” He stopped at her side, his eyes on the jugglers. It seemed impossible that not one ball fell to… — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
“Mazie, Mazie." Untangling his long frame, Trent pressed away from the window. "I find you a puzzle. Unfortunately, I never did enjoy puzzles much… — Leigh LaValle Copy Share Image
