“ The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible. Barbara T. Cerny
“ Roads? Who spoke of roads? We go by the moor and the hills, and tread granite and heather as the Druids did before us. Daphne du Maurier
“ Diversity of opinion in religious belief and its mode is not incompatible with equal possession of the essentials of pure faith, nor at variance with the divine purpose. If an analogy exists between t… John Daniel
“ It was once said that to hide something from prying eyes you must place it where people can see it. Micheal Rivers
“ Darcy was floating, soaring. Warrick's kiss was sensual, carnal. It aroused her, inflamed her. His touch was just as wickedly delightful. His hands stroked her back, her butt, holding her tight, as if… Donna Grant
“ How long has it been since you and your King were together?" he asked. Rhi looked away, the tears returning again. "A very long time, but not so long that I don't remember the taste of his kiss or the… Donna Grant
“ Please come out so I can see your face," Darcy said. There was a smile in Thorn's voice when he said, "I gave my jeans to Warrick. I'm no' shy, lass, but I doona want to embarrass Warrick. Donna Grant
“ The Dragon King's gaze turned to her. Darcy watched him standing in the glow of the streetlight, completely mesmerized by the dragon tat that ran from the King's right shoulder, under his armpit, and… Donna Grant
“ Suddenly, Warrick lifted his head. Darcy struggled to open her eyes and think through the fog of desire. She gazed into his cobalt eyes, her stomach clenching at the longing she saw reflected there. "… Donna Grant
“ Not once in her life had Darcy wanted to thumb her nose at danger and rip the clothes off a man, but she was contemplating that very thing. Donna Grant
