15 Quotes by Gina Conkle

A woman on the verge of moral downfall ought to be well dressed. Claire's particular transgression was gartered to her thigh, a paper hidden by yards of silk. She walked through the empty alley, confident in one comforting truth: no one dared ask a lady what her skirts concealed...

Growing up a steward's daughter on the grand Greenwich estate afforded her many opportunities. But life changed one fateful night, a reminder of who and what she was. Since then, she labored hard, building calluses anew on her hands and heart, all in an effort to fall into a deep sleep every night and forget what had happened years ago. Many more years of hard work stretched ahead of her. Why not sip champagne once more? What harm could come of that?

Mr. Ryland was a riddle to unfold, an attractive one at that. The lone candle flickered behind him, outlining powerful shoulders, tempting solidness she wanted to test. "But an evening of harmless flirtation isn't out of the question." His gaze fixed on her. "I'd welcome an evening free of complications." Did he just proposition her?

Claire coaxed free another loop of cloth. The slow side of cotton against cotton matched the soft tenor or her voice.'I have lots of talents Mr. Ryland. Listening is only one of them.

Helena smiled to herself, knowing they were discussing her..."Even though she makes me a farmer?""She makes you a happy farmer.

I'll eat whatever you put in front of me." He grinned uneasily, eyeing the egg. "You'll not toss that at my head, will you?""This?" Helena held the light brown egg between thumb and forefinger. "Why would I do that?"Sven glanced from Hakan to Helena. She cupped the egg and let it roll across her palm."Helena." Hakan's voice threaded with warning. "Twould please me greatly to have my eggs cooked this morn."She gave the egg a small toss and it plopped into her palm intact. "As you wish.

Danes, Norse... all were from the northlands in the eyes of her people. To their fright-frozen minds, Hakan was another of the dreaded Norse, sweeping over the land like a plague and leaving little in the wake. But summer had yielded a different crop for her: not all Norse were vicious raiders out for death and plunder.Hakan braced one foot on a rock. "And now the Norse wolf brings you safely home."..."Aye," she said.

I love the smell of you. Sea air, leather, and your skin...all of you." She sewed soft kisses over his chest, inching toward the hollow at the base of his neck. "You'll never be free of me."His arms tightened like manacles, squeezing her closer. "Never have I wanted to be free of you.

Freedom isn't found in a place, Hakan.