Quotes from Evan Maxwell

Helen read his expression as she would read the evening sky at weather change. For a terrible instant, she was a girl again, floating in a black pool, watching her future walk toward her with a wolflike grace that made breathing impossible.

Instead of healing the past with words, he and Helen had reached a point where words were suddenly too dangerous to be used.

Helen felt her face flush. She discovered that she could not meet Dane's gaze. As long as he did not look at her, she was all right. Even while she was touching him, massaging the muscles of his back, she could control her response to him. But now, when she tried to look into the eyes that mirrored his soul, she flinched.

She let the landscape seep through her tightly held emotions.

The attraction was as powerful as the turning of the seasons. Dane had not consciously set out to seduce Helen; he hadn't needed to be conscious of that. It was as inevitable as breathing.