Hunter studied her features, once so repulsive to him, now so cherished. He ran a finger up the fragile bridge of her nose, then traced the line of her brow, acutely conscious of the small bones that...
My heart is filled with great love for you, he whispered.
I won’t marry you! she cried frantically.He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.
I cannot fight an enemy whose face is hidden.
How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes?
Good-bye, Hunter.Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and looked back. Their gazes met and held. Then she turned toward home an...
Only you would ask. All anyone has to do is look in your eyes to see your heart shining through, and it's a warm heart, to boot. I think Hattie has made the perfect choice"Chloe felt as if she'd just...
You will lie with me in my buffalo robes?
You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. Yes, we meet again.He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly sol...
You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.Hunter drew to a stop before the priest. Loretta focused on the poor man, who was trembling so badly that he was about to dr...
That my eyes are yours as well. When you go blind, I’ll draw pictures with words so you can still see all the beautiful things. You told me once that the most gorgeous thing you first saw was the Cent...
It seemed to Hunter that every time he turned around, Bright Star hovered nearby, fluttering her lashes and blushing, making such an obvious play for Hunter’s affections that he knew it couldn’t escap...
A vida não pára. Por vezes, temos de arranjar forças para a enfrentar e apenas o conseguimos fazer, procurando no mais profundo do nosso ser a fé e a confiança perdidas
Loretta swallowed. Hunter?His indigo gaze met hers.Thank you. For--defending me.Almost imperfectibly, he inclined his head. Sleep, Blue Eyes. It is well.
Loretta closed her eyes and braced herself. Whatever it was the other Indian was saying, he was clearly arguing in her behalf. There hovered in the air a charged expectancy, turbulent, tingling along...
And confused,
[...] He didn't want his wife to read historical romances because it might give her unrealistic expectations. [...] If I had been him, I would have been reading your books every time you laid them dow...
You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?I will wear it. Her fingers curled around the medallion. I have nothing to give you.His eyes clouded with warmth...
You will come to me. You will want my hand upon you. It will be so. The Great Ones have spoken it.
When you've been hurt, you don't make excuses for the jerk who hurt you. That's his mama's job.