“She’d got her hair scooped back from her face this time, in some kind of rather fetching clip arrangement, but wayward tendrils kept escaping at the sides. It is just one shade away from black, and her eyes, I decided… — Rosy Thornton Copy Share Image
“God help me, what I wanted to do was to sweep her into my arms and clasp her to my manly bosom and pour… — Rosy Thornton Copy Share Image
“She’d got her hair scooped back from her face this time, in some kind of rather fetching clip arrangement, but wayward tendrils kept escaping… — Rosy Thornton Copy Share Image
