Jennifer Willison

“She reached up to caress his cheek, breathing him in. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”


He shook his head, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Impossible.” He carefully removed her glasses and then folded them and set them on the nightstand. “You know that even if we fumble through this, fall off the bed, and pull a muscle, it won’t matter. I’ll still want you as much as I do right now. Probably even more because I’ll want to be sure we try again until we get it right.”


Her heart fluttered as she tried to process the acceptance he offered. “Why?”


His gaze held hers. “Because from the moment I met you, I felt whole. And with every second I spent with you on the jobsite and at rehab for your ankle after the fire, the more I was yours.”


Her lips parted, but she couldn’t find words.


His voice dropped to a whisper. “Until the other night, I didn’t think you even noticed me.”


“You could have anyone. I just figured…”


“You’re the only one.” He shook his head slowly. “I would die for you, Clio. And it has nothing to do with my birthmark and everything to do with you. Your laughter heals the darkness in me, and your wisdom guides everyone around you.”
― 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

“I can’t control the rest of the world, but give me a stack of wood and some tools, and I can shelter you in storm.”
― Lisa Kessler, Devoted to Destiny

“Lia pulled back, moonlight dancing in her dark eyes. “If you’re trying to make me go easy on you, it won’t work.”

Cooper's teeth brushed her lower lip. “No way. Just getting an early taste of my prize.”

She grinned. “I feel like I’ve already won.”

He kissed her once more, whispering, “I know I have.”
― Lisa Kessler, Light of the Spirit