“I myself like..." She paused for a second straining to remember the young soldier's name that was at the gate. "Tory.He's...sweet. He could return to Syndlear with me tomorrow since you are on the mend." Ranulf's body instantly stiffened. He… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Who would have thought you had so many supporters?" she whispered. "Not mine, my love. Yours. I had not a one till you started… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“At the knock on the door, Bronwyn sucked in her breath and steadied herself before exhaling.” — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Ranulf stared blankly into the campfire, trying to ignore Lily. "White horses always look dirty," Lily told the young smitten soldier sitting beside her.… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I cannot remember when I have had such good food," Ranulf said, with a smile of satisfaction bending his usually firm mouth. "I'll be… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I suspect Father Morrell's preference for food and merriment is much related to the size of his girth," Edythe murmured through her pursed lips.… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I say,she is sinfully attractive when she's angry.You may not claim to have a way with the ladies,but when you want to make one… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry this trip has been so difficult." "It could be worse. We could be enduring Father Morrell's celebration of the Eucharist." Bronwyn's jaw… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Edythe;s vibrant red coloring and her petite stature drew men to her side...that is,until they discovered her sarcastic, cutting wit, which often focused on… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Thinking it Ranulf, she tugged the garment down and beamed the incomer a smile. The smile changed to one of shock at seeing her… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Now all he could do was wait...and watch Bronwyn be entertained by every man who could make his way to her side. Once again,… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“It's too bad,my lord," she purred, "that you are too weak and vulnerable to satisfy me." Ranulf grabbed her wrist and wrenched it from… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Until then,will you stay?" he asked, pulling off his shirt before lying back down. "Will you talk to me? My head hurts and your… — Michele Sinclair Copy Share Image
