The Winter Bride (A Chance Sisters Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
—JANE AUSTEN, SENSE AND SENSIBILITY Damaris ran until a painful stitch formed under her ribs and she was forced to stop. She stood by the lake, gasping for breath, silently castigating herself for the unnecessary dramatics of running away. You were born for it. She tried to thrust the hateful words from her mind. She ran shaking hands over her face. She couldn’t return to the house yet; she was a positive stew of conflicting emotions. She sat down on a nearby rock. She needed to calm herself. And to gain some reasonable perspective on what had just happened. And some control. The kiss had moved her. Moved—such a plain, blunt word for the complex threads of feelings tangled inside her. Physical feelings of sharp arousal and desire but underlying it all, a piercing sweetness. She’d never felt such tenderness, such connectedness with another person. It had left her aching, yearning. She was confused, because it threatened to undermine all her resolve.
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