“She had his dark hair, his lashes, and from the glimpse he had, she bore his eyes, as well. But the shape… — Charlotte Featherstone Addicted Copy Share Image
“She saw him as a boy, standing in the kitchen, his clothes tattered and torn, his dark hair in need of a… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“I’m going to cut you,” Georgiana murmured. “I’m going to mark that face of yours and show him what I’m capable of.”… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“I despise the morning... I am a creature of darkness, whose elements is night and shadow.I belong in the dark with the… — Charlotte Featherstone Dark Copy Share Image
“The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts… — Charlotte Featherstone Psychology Copy Share Image
“Jane,” he whispered as the streaks of dawn broke through their bedroom window. “Once more. In the daylight, so I can see… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. “Do you want… — Charlotte Featherstone Adrian Copy Share Image
“I have waited for this, Beth, this moment,” he whispered as he took her hands in his and brought her fingertips to… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“...but he was incapable of shame.He had no conscience or soul.No heart, either.That has broken and died years ago.The leftover pieces had… — Charlotte Featherstone Years ago Copy Share Image
“Why?" She asked in a confused whisper. "Out of all the women in the world, why did you choose this mortal?" "Because… — Charlotte Featherstone Death Copy Share Image
“She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“He knew how to touch her, how hard to thrust, when to roll his hips, when and how to angle himself so… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“What did you discover about the shooter?” Jude asked as he struggled to sit upright. “Once I spotted him on the rooftop,… — Charlotte Featherstone Adrian Copy Share Image
“BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—‘your future,’ he whispers, ‘your destiny’.” — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“Pearls, because your skin is as smooth and luminescent as one, and because the first time my lips caressed your throat I… — Charlotte Featherstone Adrian Copy Share Image
“As he clutched her in his shaking hands and wept against her, he whispered into her ear, the words that made him… — Charlotte Featherstone Addicted Copy Share Image
“Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could… — Charlotte Featherstone Dreams Copy Share Image
“It is not your time, love. You will not die tonight. All this time she thought herself in love with the notion… — Charlotte Featherstone Beautiful soul Copy Share Image
“Don’t” be shocked, Jane,” he murmured as he lifted her higher, and poised her at the tip of his cock. “Don‟t be… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Jude,” she whispered as she touched his face. “I’m so frightened of this. This bind that links us. It whispers to me… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“Wallingford vaulted up from his chair. “You’ve come here so that I can mollify you and share in your belittling of Anais?… — Charlotte Featherstone Addicted Copy Share Image
“Oh, God, I would give anything to change the past,” he gasped. “To make it so that the last thing you saw… — Charlotte Featherstone Charlotte-featherstone Copy Share Image
“I’m a hedonist, and you, Jane, my wife, should know that about me. You’ve shared my body and bed, you know things… — Charlotte Featherstone Marriage Copy Share Image
“She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have… — Charlotte Featherstone Addicted Copy Share Image
“My dearest Lucy,” he said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “I would die for you.” — Charlotte Featherstone Adrian Copy Share Image
