“She'd dreamed of him. Her imagination, unfettered in her sleep, had featured him. He'd been gloriously naked and her hands had explored… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Memories of her, however, would remain with him. Everywhere he’d look, she would be there, as if she were a hundred women,… — Karen Ranney Memories Copy Share Image
“The room smelled of lemon wax and the perfume she wore, something delicate and unassuming, not truly mirroring the complex woman she… — Karen Ranney Ellice-and-ross Copy Share Image
