She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.

Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face," he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.

I ought to break your neck!" Clayton interrupted. Too late, Whitney realized that she shouldn't have been standing all this time on her "injured" knee. "Allow me to congratulate you on a fine day's work, Madam," he said sternly. "In less than twelve hours, you've brought Whitticomb to your side and Cuthbert to your feet.

An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend to keep.

I do not believe that grief is ever so great that it can not be contained within.

After all, it's not every day a woman is given a kingdom of dreams.