Quotes from Andrea Pickens

such a bitter taste in his mouth? He had become so accustomed to her feisty spirit and to the martial spark that flared in her eyes when she was ready to do battle, that this quiet surrender left him feeling more like a bullying lout than an officer deserving

particularly hard to convince of the fact that his garlic-enhanced invitations to share

I did not mean to set your back up, but it is hard to resist when you look so very

gallimaufry of colors—it was all a bit overwhelming.