Quotes by : Gina Conkle

Mr. Ryland was a riddle to unfold, an attractive one at that. The lone candle flickered behind him, outlining....

Growing up a steward's daughter on the grand Greenwich estate afforded her many opportunities. But life....

Her feet shifted underneath her. “I’m not sure what troublesyou.”The wolf prowled, though he sat....

A woman on the verge of moral downfall ought to be well dressed. Claire's particular transgression was....

They sat in a sphere of quiet, save the sound of theirbreathing and the carriage’s creaks and sways.....

The saucy Miss Tottenham slipped the strawberry into her delectable mouth, all the while looking at Cyrus.....

Her feet moved into the vast space, but all she couldsee was Cyrus. He strode through the room the way....

Claire coaxed free another loop of cloth. The slow side of cotton against cotton matched the soft tenor....