She could be soft and sensitive. He'd provide the armor for her.
In that moment he knew she could shatter him. Break him into a million pieces and he'd never recover. Not in this lifetime. He realized all the lore in his family was truth. Ferraro men. When then fou...
I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'm never live with him She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. And I don't know if I can live without...
I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappoi...
He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.
He caught her hand, his thumb feathering across the inside of her wrist. I don’t understand. He closed his eyes, smiled in his mind. She was back to using her professional, scientific voice. Would y...
Has the world gone insane? This kind of thing didn’t happen in Wyoming. The horses or cattle never got jealous or murderous. She slid into the backseat of the car, and he followed. Well, occasionally,...
Grace had filled those lonely places, replacing them with laughter and conversation. She'd given him the purpose he needed there in his home to maintain his balance in a world of stark duty.
For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt ma...
For all the downsides to being a rider, there was his family. Always there. Always ready to help and watch out for one another. His family was one of the biggest gifts he had to offer Grace.
Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepar...
Communication is very important between us at all times. He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and...
As he neared the house, a wind rose off the sea and carried sea spray and a lilting melody. Sarah's back. Sarah's home.
Years ago women were nothing, Eloisa. They had no rights. They couldn't own property. They were property. That changed because it wasn't right. Children were beaten regularly by parents. That changed...
We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It's just my turn.
Vittorio Ferraro stood in the shadows, his skin crawling with the need to move. Something was wrong. Not just wrong. Whatever his churning gut was about, he'd never quite felt the urgency of finding t...
Two F-bombs in under a second. He was more than furious. She had no choice but to lift her chin, but she kept her eyes childishly shut tight, afraid if she looked at him, she'd be lost.
There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambi...
There it was. His woman. Laying it out for him. Giving him truth and making him feel like he was the luckiest man on earth.