Connie Mason

“Oh, Rob, ye're alive!" Elspeth put both arms around his neck and hugged him close. "I was afeard ye were gone, but…

— Connie Mason

“If your heart’s no’ engaged in your marriage, then ye shouldna be averse to a wee bit of lust outside of it,”…

— Connie Mason

“When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg,…

— Connie Mason

“Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around…

— Connie Mason

“His mouth descended upon hers and swallowed up her cry. She'd been kissed sweetly before, stylized expressions of courtship during some of…

— Connie Mason

“She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin…

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“Her first instinct was to look away, to shield her wicked thoughts and feelings from his penetrating gaze. But if ever there…

— Connie Mason

“Lust was no surprise. Present a man who'd not known a woman in a while with the sight of a naked one,…

— Connie Mason

“This will hurt ye more than it does me,” she said as she pulled the thread through his skin. “Nay, lass, you’re…

— Connie Mason

“He turned around to look at the house. Elspeth was behind one of the vellum-covered windows. Did she wonder where he was?…

— Connie Mason

“He gazed into her eyes. There were little flecks of gold ringing her pupils. Now that she wasn’t running from him or…

— Connie Mason

“Cómo no iba a venir? Me habría sido imposible, con lo enamorado que estoy de ti. Tú me perteneces. Ya he arriesgado…

— Connie Mason

“I promise ye, lass, I'll keep ye safe. No one will harm ye." He grasped at anything he could think of to…

— Connie Mason

“And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his…

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“Stop.” She covered her breast with her own hand. “That’s no’ a healer’s touch.” His smile was sin incarnate. “Ye’ve the right…

— Connie Mason

“She looked up at him, her eyes enormous. He noticed they were hazel, the sort that picked up whatever hue was near.…

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“As I recall,” he said as his fingertip skimmed the tops of her breasts, “I enjoy the sounds a woman makes when…

— Connie Mason