“Elizabeth’s gaze roamed over the V of his shoulders, his strong arms, his black hair silvering at the temples. Yum.”

— Lis Wiehl

Source: Heart of Ice A Triple Threat Novel with April Henry (Thomas Nelson), p. 27

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