“ She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of her wrists? The pulse point at her white throat? Or mayb… Connie Mason
“ When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his intense gaze made her lose the will to move.His stare had lingered at h… Connie Mason
