She was up and out of bed before it even had a chance to ring. She felt like a teenager again. Actually, she wasn’t sure whether she’d ever felt this giddy, even when she was a teenager. She’d gone to sleep thinking of Nick and woken up thinking of him. With a start she realized for the first tim...
“Are you warm enough?” Sven asked. The breeze blowing in off the lake had grown stronger. “I’m just right. That was stupendously good.” She reached over and lightly touched his hair. He didn’t have to ask if he’d satisfied her because it was written all over her face, but it was good to hear “stu...
Daisy Mitchell wailed from the depths of the overstuffed black-and-cream-toile armchair in Martha Anne Sawyer’s family room. Martha Anne didn’t know what to say to her best friend. People would talk for some time to come. She simply patted Daisy’s shoulder, made a soothing noise and passed a tiss...
His dark eyes holding her gaze, Clint pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. In one smooth movement he took off the thermal undershirt. Her breath caught in her throat. “I just want to look at you for a moment. You are beautiful.” And he was. It ...