Quotes from Catherine Anderson

No more fear, eh? If I grow angry, I will bring you my mother's spoon." She sniffed and laughed. "A lot of good a spoon would be.

A wonderfully hard arm encircled her, his broad wrist pressed against her spine, his long fingers fanning between her shoulder blades. She let her head fall back to accommodate his caressing mouth. " Hi, hites ," she whispered. "Hello," he murmured against her ear, sending spirals of longing down her spine.

Rosebud. Aren't you lovely.

Loretta turned her face against his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin, loving the blend of leather and smoke and oil that she had once found so abhorrent. Hunter. When had he become so important to her?

His gentleness and concern touched her. "It isn't that bad, truly. If you want to--" Heat flooded her cheeks as the impropriety of what she had nearly said struck her. His mouth quirked in a knowing grin. "This Comanche has much want, but I will wait.

His arm tightened around her shoulders. With one large hand he clasped both of hers, squeezing her fingers, rubbing as if to chase away a chill. His strength flowed into her, comforted her, warmed her. She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

Why aren't we going now?" "You know why." He tightened his hold on her ankle and tugged her closer, rolling over onto his back to avail himself of the view. He knew she wasn't aware of how revealing a knee-length skirt could be when a man eyed it from the ground up, and he managed to keep a straight face so she wouldn't guess. "Come here, little one." "I want to go back." He hoped she stood there arguing for a time.

Lie on your back and close your eyes. Let me chase your fear away.