Madeline Martin Quotes

A single bead of water rolled along the length of his spine and glided down the powerful lines of his body. Mariel moistened her lips and watched its seductive descent, overwhelmed with the temptation to trace its path with the tip of her tongue.

No more sounds emerged as he walked through the forest, save the whisper of the leaves above. Though nothing further appeared out of the ordinary, he knew one thing for certain.tHe was not alone.

Did I catch ye looking at me?" He knelt beside her and covered her with the plaid...t"I couldn't help myself," she mumbled.tHe gave a low chuckle and slid in beside her. His naked arm pulled her close so her head rested on his solid chest.t"Good answer." The smile was evident in his silky voice.

A large man with wild blond hair gripped hr horse’s reins, drawing her steed to a stop.t“Welcome to hell.” Though he presented a jovial grin, his words shot straight to her gut.t“Enough, Murdoch,” Sylvi said in a warning tone.tThe man shrugged his shoulders. “Ach, I’m just toying with the new lasses. “I’ll no’ be here long to share my winning personality.

He hated having to look for a new girl, a new spy to add to his band of fallen women. Yes, it was an opportunity to spare her before her ruin could be known, but a deep part of him hurt for the women in his employ and what they’d all endured.

She needed this. For the comfort, for the love, for all the glorious things she did not deserve and yet could not stop herself from wanting.

She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war.

He didn’t save women. He damned them.