No man returns from Satan’s fire read to dance a reel.

The ruddy chieftain snorted. “You’ve not noticed? I reckon he’s as smitten as a bull in a paddock of heifers in spring.

Geordie stepped forward and took her hand. “I hope you’re not tired, because I intend to keep you on my arm until the music stops.

I will always find you. You are in my soul.

He pressed his lips to Akira’s ear. “Hold on, lass, for hell has just made chase.

She’s either a witch or she’s crazier than a featherbrained hen without a roost.