Historical Quotes
Let every lady in Camlochlin swoon over a charming smile. She had won the love of a man who shared his most intimate smiles for her alone
Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.
Except I was hoping someday to see you standing on a ship's deck in your shirtsleeves with a cutlass between your teeth.""Maybe it can be arranged
When she straightened, he leaned back in the chair, his eyelids heavy. “My God, woman, you know how to make a man melt.
Even through her coat, he could feel the curve of her arm, making him aware of their differences. Man and woman. Hard and soft.
A woman’s lust is addictive, " he murmured, marveling at the wetness coating his fingers as he stroked her. She trembled and her breath hitched in response. "It inspires a man to touch and to taste.
She sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for a civilized bathroom.” Howie remained silent out of habit and also because he didn’t know what a civilized bathroom was.
A job isn’t ‘till death do us part…
What to make of this man? He was proper. He was passionate. He had the public demeanor of an iceberg, but he kissed her as if she were his oasis in a vast, arid d
There was a moment of tenderness between them, and for a moment he experienced the most rare, ridiculous emotion- hope.
I'll be fine. It's just hard to love somebody who doesn't love you back, " Fallon answered.
I know you do not think very highly of me, but in some circles, I'm quite the thing.
Rory did not want her. After devoting so much effort to avoid being wed to a man she did not want, she found herself bound to a man who did not want her.
Our glass train, on fragile tracksBeneath bombs that fall like the floodTo wash away the shards—But all this sorrow will recedeAnd we will leaveTwo by twoAnd until then, I will only think of you.
You should not have kissed me, " she replied breathlessly."I do a lot of things I shouldn't. It does not mean I won't do them again.
Her beloved lunatic needed her–whether he knew it or not. Whatever it took, she was not leaving without him.
... but we’ll be back for dinner … especially if you’re having soup de jour!”“Now, Troy! You know very well that soup de jour means ‘soup of the day.’ It changes every time!
Yes, and you did it spectacularly. They were the best non words ever not spoken.
Love was like a stock, Lizzie realized. You gambled on its paying off in the long run—but it could just as easily cost you everything.
Strange how a tiny hand could make the weight of his new responsibilities feel like a boulder on his chest.
Indulge me this once, Meg. Her name was a whisper on his lips. Soft. Seductive. Meanwhile his eyes gleamed mischievously, daring her to say yes.
For her, their romantic interlude atop the staircase had been a glorious, magical, enlightening introduction to pleasure. For him, it had merely been Friday evening.
to want any woman so badly was unwise, let alone his enemy's daughter." An Artful Seduction
Burning her husband's bed was a mistake. Alison could see that now.
Loyalty is everything to him, ” Robbie said. “He expected ye to trust him, to believe in him, without requiring an explanation.” She had failed David, and he could not forgive her.
I should never have expected loyalty from a Douglas, ” he spat out. He turned his back on her and went to the window.
Most of my money remains in England, although my unworthy carcass may not under usual circumstances ...
This was the kind of kiss you remembered when you were a very old lady with a very poor memory.
You tempt me beyond reason." Her heart sped up. Indeed he tempted her beyond reason too.
I should never have allowed you to kiss me." "Saints, Shona." Could she not see that he cared for her? 'Twas not as if he merely wanted beneath her skirts. She had stolen his heart.
He crushed her mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. A kiss that made her stomach drop away.
How could he live never knowing what it would be like to hold her close and sleep with her the whole night through?
With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.
You challenge me to be a better person. And no one else does that, except maybe my mother.
And the only hope-perhaps the real hope he'd been missing all along-was found in God.
But she'd learned instead to hope in the one Beacon that would always be there, no matter what darkness came her way.
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a healthy dollop of cynicism.
The love within them shone as brightly as the lighthouse beam on the darkest, stormiest night. It broke through her confusion and heartache and filled her with a warm glow.
You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.
Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. "Be she but little, she is fierce.
He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. "Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.