“His eyes flipped up to hers, the lids hooded. Then back to her mouth. The crackling tension now sparked across her skin.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“He lay stretched full length along his glorified cot, and while his bandage masked his shoulder, plenty of bare skin remained for… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She did not want to have to choose between the legend which had finally made her feel as if her life had… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“I did not mean to be so long away from you. I had clan business to take care of, which took longer… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. “How can you be so calm?” He got to his feet, unfolding with… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“And while she didn’t yet know how she fit into the world, she did know Duncan was a vital part.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She dragged the soft cloth up and up, the fabric tickling along his sensitized skin. He trembled. Never had he been so… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She straightened and crossed her arms. “I can’t sleep with you,” she blurted. … “As you please.” “As you please?” She stepped… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“He settled beside her on the small bench, and awareness of him pushed against her skin as if he extended past the… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She needed a distraction. “Was that your mother?” The splashing stopped. “Are you going to converse while I bathe?” “Why not?” “Feels… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he’d seen the humor in life? And now, of… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“No, he didn’t view the scar as shameful, though he did in its getting. For he’d not received it in battle. He’d… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“It still shocked her. In the quiet moments when she took in her surroundings. She was in friggin’ seventeenth century Scotland. Here… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Her mouth… her mouth tasted like the purest water from a newly made spring after the last snow melt. And feeling her… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“And then… Oh my. She realized why his silhouette had been off. The man was buck naked. Pressed against her. He’d swam… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“So, it’s like that is it. You showed me yours and now I have to show you mine.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“His eyes flipped up to hers, the lids hooded. Then back to her mouth. The crackling tension now sparked across her skin.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“In addition to her Curtsey-No-Contraction mantra, she needed to add a No-Ogling-the-Period-Hunks policy.” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. “You… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“He lay stretched full length along his glorified cot, and while his bandage masked his shoulder, plenty of bare skin remained for her gaze… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?” — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“I’m Fiona. This is my sister, Traci. We’re just here for a wee bit of adventure.” Ian liked the sound of that. Acutely aware… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“His appreciative gaze set off an internal chain reaction--erratic heartbeat, rush of heat--like all her cells collectively blushed, sighed, and propped their chins in… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“She did not want to have to choose between the legend which had finally made her feel as if her life had meaning and… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
“Yes, especially if the lady is intelligent. I have never been one to tolerate fools, regardless of their sex, so it follows I also… — Angela Quarles Copy Share Image
