A vindictive plot against one of her clansmen backfired, resulting in her grave injury. Now scarred and crippled, her selfish ambition has turned into bitter self-loathing. She finds nothing lovely about herself, and doesn’t expect anyone else to either. But when a magical wishing box sends her t...
Had he run into Steafan’s men? Had he fought them? How bad were his injuries? Had Rand been injured or worse? “A few scrapes, my ass,” she muttered, wringing her shaking hands. Constance shoved a bulb of garlic at her. “They’re Highlanders, dear. They’ll get themselves stabbed, dragged through a ...
I encouraged Cole. “You’re doing great. Just keep your eyes on me.” “This feels so frigging awkward. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. My body wasn’t designed for this.” He shuffled forward on his ice skates, big hands clutching mine with a grip just this side o...
A dream-invading incubus has taken up residence, and it wants Jade’s soul. Fortunately, a flirtatious lawn-care provider has a trick or two up his sleeve for dealing with hauntings. And he has definite rebound-guy potential—if only he would stop inviting her to church. The...
Anselm used a cast iron pull to open the door to a room he called the buttery. Inside, shelves lined the walls. Sacks, buckets, and crates crammed the small space. She couldn’t even begin to guess at what filled them all, but she got the feeling this space was akin to a modern-day pantry. Anselm ...
His love for her was as obvious as his guilt. He’d mentioned Haley had forgiven him, but he clearly hadn’t forgiven himself. DG didn’t understand how that worked, how someone could continue to wallow in guilt even after they’d been forgiven. A person would have to hate himself more than he loved ...