Jennifer Willison

“Her knees wobbled, but Mason’s strong arms kept her upright. She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair, and suddenly, her brain engaged.

She pulled back, breathless. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Mason loosened his grip on her, shaking his head. “I will never be sorry you stopped thinkin’, darlin’.”

His crooked smile almost lured her to kiss him again. So much for imagining he kissed like a wet vacuum. It was the opposite, in fact. Now she realized she’d never really been kissed until tonight.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny

“He let go of her hand, and she got up to grab her phone. He watched her every move, cataloging the way she still favored her right ankle and the way her ass wiggled in her jeans.


A smile teased the corner of his mouth. He’d spent many hours rebuilding the theater, and the times she’d been there, he’d never noticed her hips having such a sexy sway. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was toying with him.


She came back to him with her phone in hand. “Ready?”


Oh hell yeah, he was ready.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny

“Mason leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. “If the sun doesn’t set soon, I’m going to have to kiss you anyway.”

Her lips curved into a smile as she turned to him. “There will be other sunsets.”


“I like the way you think,” he whispered, his eyes searching hers.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny

“Um.” Her jaw bobbed like a fish out of water for a second before her brain engaged. “What are you doing here?”

His face was every bit as shocked, but he managed to look ruggedly handsome instead of like a suffocating tuna.”
― Lisa Kessler, Light of the Spirit