Historical Quotes
He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to her. "What were you planning to do with that, comb me to death?
It's a jump, Minuette, that's all it is. A jump out of this world, straight into my arms."Incredibly, she managed to smile. "You will catch me?"He pressed his lips against hers. "Always.
Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.
So you wish me to forget that you are a sheikh and a prince and a crown prince and soon to be King? That is a lot to forget.
There is an old saying, that in the desert a camel is more useful than a kingdom, " he said ruefully, "but as a location for lovemaking, it leaves a lot to be desired.
Beware, lion’s lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you.” “Devouring me?” she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. “What if I devour him first?
It doesna matter the direction necessity forces ye to take in life, it matters which way ye go when ye have a choice.
No more sounds emerged as he walked through the forest, save the whisper of the leaves above. Though nothing further appeared out of the ordinary, he knew one thing for certain. He was not alone.
It seems you want me at your mercy, Princess. Question is, why?No, she whispered, question is do I?
Only two things kept her from loathing him.The expression on his face when he'd said, "France." And the expression on his face when he'd said, "home.
A fierce possessiveness gripped him, a need to brand her, to make her his, now and forever. And he knew it was madness.
Life isn't worth living without love. Have faith in love! Take a chance, and you might be surprised at how well things will turn out. If you do, you'll be filled with joy. I promise.
He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.
Her smile hollowed out his chest. She’d changed since last he saw her. She was brighter. More vibrant. Happiness suited her.
You want me at your mercy, Princess. Question is, why?”“No, ” she whispered. “Question is, do I?
She had a good, strong voice. She smiled with her voice, too. This, he thought, was the magic that had drawn him to her.
Her gaze collided with the duke’s. His eyes were a clear, pale green. Why was he staring so intently when there was hardly another woman less interesting than she?
You are walking to Hope Springs?” “Yes, Your Grace.” “In this weather?” She glanced around and gave him a smile. “I haven’t any other weather to walk in.
She laughed, and the duke might actually have smiled, though one could never be certain.
He remounted. “I will ride with you.” With some effort, he gentled his voice. “If that would be agreeable to you.” “How kind of you. Thank you.
She wanted to savor him slowly like a lemon cream pie on a lazy summer day. One bite at a time.
I may be dead inside, but I'm more than alive enough for you." He gripped her chin and covered her mouth with his.
He tasted like Edmund, smelled like Edmund, felt like second chances. He kissed her as if she were as indispensable as air. As though his every heartbeat belonged as much to her as it did to him.
I've come to seduce you." His pupils dilated as his gaze heated. She smiled. He hadn't been surprised at her presence, but he'd been very surprised at the reason. He held up a palm. "By all means.
The point is, people have been having babies for thousands of years. There will be frightening moments and exhausting moments, but more than anything---" "--- there will just be love.
You don’t have to prove something to feel it, to know it exists.
Vintage kisses, " Finlay said. "If only they could be bottled, you would have an elixir beyond price.
Those were the kind of kisses to keep a man awake at night, wanting more. Now, shall we drink this excellent wine and get on with the rest of the tour?
The Jock Upstart, is what Wellington calls - called me. A man who does not know his allotted place in the scheme of things.
Having our voices heard in the wilderness is akin to sharing our souls. Angelina J. Windsor
Romance means believing you are worthy of a happy ending.
If you insist on standing in such a state of undress, it is your shadow that will have to get out of my way.
She lifted her chin and glared at him. “If you had but asked, I would’ve informed you that I do not attend masquerades.” “That is precisely why I didn’t ask.
The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...
He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.
Let me give you one piece of advice. Do not get between a woman and her cause.
She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will."His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.
Warning: Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.
You've always done as you pleased, Princess. I can't change you, nor do I want to. You're strong, a fighter. And I've never wanted another woman as I want you.
Just stop, for once, answering my questions with a question. And, incidentally, it's my concern because I care about you.
