“At the curb, Velia turned, remembering the first day she stood here debating with herself about turning back, running home. But, her inner victim convinced her, this was the right thing to do. Now, she’d be leaving this home that… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“I wasn't raised to let a woman walk through a dimly lit parking lot alone. Wasn't born in a cornfield, you know.” Velia turned. “No, I didn't know. So, you're quite a gentleman. Don't we sound like a good pair—the… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Howdy, ma'am. You always talk to yourself?” Velia glanced up into bright eyes, as blue as the flame on a cigarette lighter, belonging to… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“At the curb, Velia turned, remembering the first day she stood here debating with herself about turning back, running home. But, her inner victim… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“I’ve had a taste of your treasures and now I want it all—slow and easy, until we’re spent and satisfied.” — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“It was difficult being so far away from everything she loved. But here, she had Edward and Alice and her work. And now it… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Jase took a step around the desk, moving closer, narrowing his eyes. Rebecca placed her hands on her hips, defiance in her stance and… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“She washed her hands three times. Velia gripped the sink, dropping her head and watching the tinged water drain. Trying to get a grip,… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Jase opened his door, stepped down, and leaned into her window. “Hungry?” Taking a big breath didn’t help when his sexy scent of cologne… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Is it too much to ask the gods for a happy life together?” Caulder McCutchen from Hey, Cowboy, Book #2” — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry, Caulder, but I'm not ready for another relationship. I don't know if I ever will be ready.” Saying this to him now… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“It's Ms. Armano.” “Oh, Ms, huh. One of those women's libbers?” He chuckled, glancing up at her. “I prefer independent woman who can make… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“When I love, I love with everything within me.” Seeing him with his child, this was obvious. Did he mean…yes, he meant exactly what… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Even though he was busy adjusting and gripping his rope, he glanced over and smiled. She had her camera up waiting for a moment… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
