“Her mouth… her mouth tasted like the purest water from a newly made spring after the last snow melt. And feeling her… — Angela Quarles 17th-century-scotland Copy Share Image
“My hand’s on the door handle, but his voice stops me. “Hold up.” I glance over, and I swear to all the… — Angela Quarles Sexy-rom-com Copy Share Image
“The door opened, held by the butler, and Lord Montagu swept into the room, his presence overwhelming the space. She could swear… — Angela Quarles Humorous 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 Highlander-romance Copy Share Image
“Here before you lies the memorial to St. Cefnogwr, though he is not buried here, of course.” At her words, an uncanny… — Angela Quarles Frozen in time Copy Share Image
“Wham. She glommed onto him like white plastic on a Stormtrooper, shamelessly pressing against his body, groping and kissing.” — Angela Quarles Geek-humor Copy Share Image
