Mo creach! Quinn would much rather be stabbed through his chest by a rusty broadsword than have to stand by witnessing the woman cringe and wring her hands. The rosiness of her cheeks faded as a worried frown crossed her lovely face. How do ye tell someone ye dinna have mu...
The Highlander’s thick brogue thundered. “Colin! Where are ye? Answer me, lad.” Damn. Keara needed to concentrate. Her heart pounded within her chest. Okay, this isn’t a dream. The vein in her neck began to throb. This was reality. She took a deep b...
