“To be wounded or die at the hands of one who is meant to love you. Is there a more miserable thing… — Rhiannon Hart Love Copy Share Image
“It was strapless, the bodice peacock-blue and edged in gold, full skirted at the front and gathered into an elaborate, foaming bustle… — Rhiannon Hart Bare skin Copy Share Image
“You're doing well, you know," Rodden said. I snorted. He'd not even broken a sweat and I was about to become the… — Rhiannon Hart Dry land Copy Share Image
