Historical Romance Quotes
She wished him at her side this very moment. If only to turn it all to rights by doing his very best to turn it all to ruin.
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.
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
Yes, and you did it spectacularly. They were the best non words ever not spoken.
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.
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 ...
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.
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.
Being a pioneering reformer is all fine and good, but it does leave one terribly in want of agood party!
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.
You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary ways.
You have not known very many men.""I have no wish to know any others. I love this one.
As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.