Listen, you. Don't threaten me. I could make your life a nightmare. He put his hand in front of her face and unfolded three fingers as he said, I'm F-B-I. She smiled. It wasn't the reaction he expected. You want to talk nightmares? she said. She put her hand up to his face and unfolded her three fingers. I'm I-R-S.
Julie GarwoodA woman can't do anything about her appearance. Either she's pretty or she isn't. But her character is quite another matter.
Julie GarwoodFor though Duncan was a mere mortal, flawed as well, he'd accomplished a daring feat. Aye, he'd captured an angel. And she belonged to him.
Julie GarwoodLyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. โSir, which one is Princess Christina?โ Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too. โSir?โ โThe blond-headed one,โ Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. โWhich blond-headed one?โ Andrew persisted. โThe one eating the shrubs.
Julie GarwoodBrenna jumped to her feet the second Father Sinclair entered the chamber. "I'm so happy to see you," she cried out. "Be happy sitting down," Jamie ordered, hovering over her patient like a mother hen.
Julie GarwoodHe shrugged. "I was...thinking." "About what?" "The fires of purgatory." She had to sit down. He wasn't making any sense now. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Patrick told me he would walk through the fires of purgatory if he had to in order to please his wife." She went over to the bed and sat down on the side. "And?" she prodded when he didn't continue. He stripped out of his clothing and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down to her. "And I have only just realized I would do the same for you.
Julie Garwood