“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
“My fear for you outweighs my fear of him,” he said simply. “And I told you, didn’t I? If you left, I’d… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
