Mary Alice Pritchard: 3 books

She looked down at his hands and realized he fought the need to touch her. They opened and closed by his sides almost reaching out, stopping just short of touching her. It made her sad to realize they both felt the same way. They were both slaves to the whole magic of the pard and being mated. There...

Oh, rats! It wasn’t like all of the spirits she’d found bound to her were huge hassles, but lately, most of them were. Case in point, Carlton Taylor. Her most recently acquired spirit knew his time was short and still managed to die without fulfilling his promises. Just like a man to think he...

His mouth dipped down to softly touch her lips with his. He placed soft kisses against her lips, butterfly kisses that made her shiver and ache to reach up and grab his hair. She wanted to pull him down against her, but she balled her hands into fists under the sudsy water and just let him kiss her...