“ When the girl didn’t move, Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed, stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall, wiry form. Gavin rega… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she did… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Reality depends a great deal upon one believing what he sees—or seeing what he believes. Either way. Richelle E. Goodrich
