“A hand clamped over Liliana’s mouth and she was jerked back against a solid chest. A sinewy arm snaked just below her… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“Damned woman. Ever since she’d dropped into his arms last night, he’d been tied in knots. On one hand, desire gripped him.… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“Liliana Claremont entered the cottage through the kitchen, muffling the click of the latch with her wool scarf. She had no wish… — Heather Snow Copy Share Image
“She turned her head to him then. Her face was as cool as the sea off Cornwall, yet her eyes blazed purple… — Heather Snow Fire Copy Share Image
