Quotes from Caroline Cross

Yet as bad as she felt, it was nothing compared to the stark despair she saw in Rafferty's eyes. It was so total, and went so deep, that it made her forget her own hurt to see it. It was the look of a man who'd given up deep inside where it mattered most, and for Maggie, who was a survivor to her very toes, it was profoundly disturbing.

Maggie lifted her head. Chase lowered his. Like the inevitable meeting of sea with shore, their mouths came together.

And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green. His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped. And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase's control snapped like a power line in a high wind. Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.