Quotes from Carol Marinelli

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I think we can manage a little more than that,' he promised. His hand was creeping up her top now, her breast soft and warm beneath his fingers. This was so much more than a kiss as his fingers skilfully caressed her nipples.

her to fly away and develop a career in art, but then little had he known that he would not be around to make that possible. She only became aware that something was different when, still absorbed in her own thoughts, it dawned on her that the bar had grown silent. In the act of pulling a pint, she raised her eyes and there, framed in the doorway, was one of the most startlingly beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. Tall, windswept dark hair raked back

summer tourists were long gone, the Christmas shoppers had left and it was just bare and beautiful and recovering, getting ready to start all over again.