“ You great bloody bully.Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench. ”
Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then liberate itself at a most inconvenient time.
~ Lynn Kurland
I don’t know why you’re enjoying this so much.”“Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine, but has a better bite.
Kendrick walked over to her purposefully, hauled her up into his arms and gave her a mock frown. I hunger, wench.Genevieve put her arms around his neck. Well? What are you going to hunt us for dinner?I'll slay a few steaks from the freezer.You're so brave.
She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.
