“Sam’s eyes glinted in the dim. “Are you saying that you care about her? That your aristocratic pride is willing to stoop… — Jennifer Haymore Copy Share Image
“If wishes were horses," she murmured, "beggars would ride.” — Jennifer Haymore Wish Copy Share Image
“She shook her head. “I cannot. It wouldn’t be proper.” A muscle worked in his jaw, but he kept his voice at… — Jennifer Haymore Copy Share Image
