Have you no shame?His answer was a slow grin.
My heart is filled with great love for you, he whispered.
I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.
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.
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...
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...
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...
I think you know, Matthew. You have many corners in your heart.
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.
In a voice that rasped with frustration as well as tender amusement, Hunter said, You have such a great want for me that we must hurry, yes?Her spine snapped taut, and she leaned her head back to look...
Held captive now by more than bonds and strength of arm, she turned her face to study his, fascinated by the sleepy innocence that clouded his half-closed eyes. The merciless killer was gone, replaced...
Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.
How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes?
It with the eye of an interior decorator, and there were possibilities everywhere she looked. She moved
He had once told Loretta that he would be as nothing without his people, and that was true. He would be giving up all that he was to be with her. Yet how could he live without her? The prophecy had co...
I cannot fight an enemy whose face is hidden.
There was no such thing in being prepared for Henry’s temper when it blew. Though Loretta was braced for it, she still jumped at the first roar.You’re I’m in the family way.With one suspender up and o...
[...] 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...
The first day out, she and Amy kept one eye on the horizon behind them, terrified that Comanches would appear. The second day, both of them relaxed a little. By the third, Amy was convinced Hunter was...
Reflection?Yes, he is his reflection.The spittin’ image of--What was your dead friend’s name?It is not to be spoken. He is dead, no? To say his name would not show respect. What is this to do with spi...
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