Historical Romance Quotes
She did not want to know what charmhe had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real.
she was lucky if he stood behind her. Not so lucky if he came to crush her. And a woman might only learn the truth of it—when he walked out of her life. Highlighted by 9 Kindle users
The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to chase them back as they receded, in a game of tag more ancient than I then knew.
There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover, ’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.
Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.
Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked.“No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry, ” he said with authority.“Thicketry?”“Yes, that is the official term.
Being a pioneering reformer is all fine and good, but it does leave one terribly in want of agood party!
Burning her husband's bed was a mistake. Alison could see that now.
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.
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a healthy dollop of cynicism.
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.
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?
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.
Her smile hollowed out his chest. She’d changed since last he saw her. She was brighter. More vibrant. Happiness suited her.
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.
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.
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.
I've tried to deny it even to myself...My heart and soul are filled with you.
Angela turned in her chair. Resting her chin on folded hands, the mirror reflected the look of a girl in love. ‘Oh, what a blessing fate has bestowed on me.
I suppose when you say you slept with him, it was more than just a nap?"Lillian shot her a withering glance. "Daisy, don’t be a pea wit.
Devilment showed in his eyes. “Well, since it is a trial, we should practice so that we can perfect our kisses.”“You need no practice. You are clearly an expert.
The arrogant man probably thought his path to heaven was already assured, and that he acted in accordance to God’s will just by breathing.
A fiery little cat you are, Caecelia. Like a lioness in heat, oh how you bloom.
If one plays with fire, one should be prepared to burn, Jane.”“You say that as if I’m in danger from you.”“Maybe you are, ” Tobias growled as the scent of her invaded his nostrils...
I would have asked you to let down your hair" turning to regard her with a grin, his teeth a slash of white in his blackened face."But it is not quite long enough anymore.
I sincerely pity the poor man you marry. I doubt he’ll have a moment’s peace.
I said kiss me again.” A sultry smile curved her lips. “Would that be such a difficult task to perform?”Christ almighty, she wanted him to kiss her again. And she was ordering him to do so.
Ciara, there are certain things a man does not ask of a lady.""You are not asking.""Aye.
You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary ways.
She frowned at him. "Not every man thinks constantly of... of..."Darach grinned. "Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that.
Camhanach, it is a bargain as old as the world itself." He chuckled."Women want protection...men want a willing lass to warm their bed.
To Jane's horror, he unfolded her paper and read aloud. "Possible Candidates as Lovers.
He kept pushing her, expecting for her to break. Fearing it. But he was the one who splintered apart. He was the one who broke.
What have I done?" he asked, his voice raw. "You used to be such a sane, sensible lady.""You took me on a journey into my own heart.
