The Wrong Way to Catch a Rake Quotes

“He raised her hand to his cheek and the warmth of his skin and the roughness of his stubble chased along her nerves.
Fear struck her hard. Every one of his gestures was pushing a wedge between her and that part of herself that kept her safe.
He was like a forbidden book, like a glance through a prison window at rolling hills and a gleaming sea beyond. One could not unsee, unread, unfeel such things. He was now part of her.”
― Lara Temple, The Wrong Way to Catch a Rake