Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave? The contact shot electricity through his nerves. Because you know I'll always be your shield against the nightmares.


Caressed by Ice (ed. Hachette UK, 2010) - ISBN: 9780575095717


Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?...

Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?...

Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?...

Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?...