He caught her bythe shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. Do you think you're so charming in that silly little nightdress that I can't resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it c...
He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. I thought I’d die for wanting you.
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.
Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman’s elegant script, were two words. The ink might have faded, but the s...
His lips nuzzled her ear. Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die, he whispered.
He would not kiss her mouth or allow her to caress him in tenderness. He broke his fierce silence only to whisper what wicked magic he was going to work until it took little more than the husky rasp o...
Princess, he whispered against her ear. My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.
Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as dark and impenetrable as his eyes. Rowena had to look away. She forced he...