historical-romance

There's no need for chains. I can still take you until you're begging for more.

Quin reached out, spun her back to him, and pulled her into his arms, held her tight, so tight that she could hardly breathe. "I need you," he said, low and fierce, into her hair. "Oh, G-d, Olivia, how did I ever live without you?"She reached up, pulled his face down to hers. "I'm yours, for good or ill."There was a little click as the door to the ballroom closed, but Olivia paid no mind. "You're the missing piece of me," Quin said. "You make me feel.

Hetty shivered. Goodness, he had no business looking at her like that. Physician my eye! Physicians definitely didn't look like him; they were short, round and adorned with wigs and spectacles.

It wilna end wi' me, Campbell. Slay me, and you'll face my brothers and after them my Muhheconneok kin. You cannae possibly kill us all.

I do not know her as you do, but I have shared each step of this journey with her, watched her fight for her life, and held her each night while she slept. I cannot help but care for her."And suddenly Connor was glad Joseph had chosen to sleep in the loft.

I pronounce ye married, laird and lady. No_ __il death will ye part. And now, Toran,_ he added with a wink, __e may kiss the bride.

I have lived recklessly, gambled my income away at the horse races, gone whoring, have been more drunk than sober, beaten men to a pulp with my hands, have had a man__ nose cut off for insulting my father and have been indebted to villains more times than I care to say. But, I do not want to live like this anymore. I want a quiet life with a good woman who will care and love me _ not for being the Duke of Monmouth, but for me, Jemmy.

I would feel much better about this whole affair if you would slap me and get it over with. I know you want to.

A gentleman can__ let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed.___ut you are not a gentleman,_ she pointed out. __ou are the greatest scoundrel in all the land.__e tilted his head to consider that. __ll right. You take the chair.

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.

Linnet__ thudding heart raced blood through her veins, sending a flush of embarrassing heat to her face. She had been avoiding him, but she could never tell him why. It took all her discipline not to quail under Sir Anthony__ penetrating gaze. Blast the man. She__ lost count of the times he__ made her feel like a blushing maiden. Strictly speaking, she was still a maiden, but she__ given up blushing years ago__long with simpering, flirting, and so many other talents deemed useful to unmarried women. Except, of course, in Sir Anthony__ august presence.

You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary ways.

Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, a curse that is causeless does not alight.

He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast.

Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.

So you are the brash young lover returned from the dead?" the Frenchman finally said."And you are the devoted fiance returned from the card room," Robert shot back...

Gideon could not imagine any other young unmarried woman of his acquaintance passing up the opportunity to snare, if not himself, then the Carradice fortune. In any case, the number of women who__ rejected him in any way was gratifyingly small. Yet Miss Prudence Merridew had most unmistakably rejected him. Several times. Wielding that damned lethal reticule like a little Amazon, to emphasize her point.

Tears blurred her vision as she leaned over him. His mouth was surely made for smiling. For laughing. For kissing. Grief welled up along with the feeling that he might never do any of those things again.She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. They were cool and unresponsive.Then they parted.She jerked back, saw his eyes flutter open.__on__ stop now,_ he whispered.