Maggie consumed Duncan’s face with voracious hands — the fleshy cheeks, the bold nose, the mouth and eyes lined by a robust maturity. Her hands devoured every feature, as if she could draw meaning from mere form, ecstasy from mere touch. His masculine terrain provoked her with its potent solitude, as if a secret were stirring.
Much could be understood from a woman’s attachments, and Lillian maintained the cottage as if it were a museum, displaying artifacts from her childhood, some unmoved since her parents had lived there. The house was an anchor, stranding her against a familiar shore, and Raphael decided he would have to find a way to free her.
Raphael dunked his teabag and watched the routine. How odd it seemed to him that two such isolated people should possess this gentle affinity, especially when they refused to acknowledge it even existed.
As Advent begins, the angel Raphael arrives to answer love’s unspoken prayers. Copyright © 2006 Teresa Wymore. All rights reserved. Heart of the Rose is a fictional work of erotic romance.
~~~
Third Week of Advent
“What’s that?”
Charles looked up in surprise. Raphael stood at his office door. “Nothing. A book of art.”
Raphael took a seat. “What kind [...]
Copyright © 2006 Teresa Wymore. All rights reserved. Heart of the Rose is a fictional work of erotic romance. As Advent begins, the angel Raphael arrives to answer love’s unspoken prayers.
~~~
Fourth Week of Advent
After receiving a phone call, Charles drove fifteen miles to the hospital in Maquoketa. Lillian had been under observation without any serious injuries, [...]