" Grace.
Her name whispered through Jack's mind like the silken stroke of a hand.
He'd never seen her look as pretty as she did tonight, the vibrant bronze hue of her gown lending her skin a creamy luminosity, her hair gleaming a rich, fiery red that reminded him of living flame.
And passion.
He wondered if that same intense fire lay hidden inside her, and he relished the idea of finding out. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)