historical-romance

He didn't see the look his brothers shared or overhear the vow they made to one another--that if any one of the four of them were to make it back from Ticonderoga, it would be Iain.

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

If you have found a woman who can stir both body and spirit, sir, do not give her up lightly. Do not. The alternatives can be damnably complicated. [Joseph Warren]

Dallying? Dallying, mind you?" She marched up the last few steps. "As if I would ever min a million years dally with you." She wouldn't. Really, she wouldn't!His low chuckle behind her put the lie to her words. "Never say never, my lady. A vow like that is sure to come back to bit you in the arse. Which would be a shame, given that you have such a fine one.

I only hope I may not be ruined,_ she was saying miserably. __ should be obliged to marry you after all, and then I__ likely murder you before the wedding breakfast was over.

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

She is a jewel far richer than a mountain of coin could bring!

I don__ fear you. It__ my feelings for you that I fear.

The saucy Miss Tottenham slipped the strawberry into her delectable mouth, all the while looking at Cyrus. His thigh muscles tensed inside the velvet prison of his breeches. Hot pleasure shot through his body at the sight of the red berry slipping through her lips. Adding to his misery, a spurt of juice from the tender morsel painted her bottom lip red. He nearly groaned. Tradition named the apple as the fruit of man's downfall, but tonight he'd argue mightily for the dangers of a ripe strawberry on a certain woman's lips.

How were we so lucky? Two people lost in a world only to find solace and companionship in someone just as fractured as they are. I think destiny has played a hand in our union.

She wanted to savor him slowly like a lemon cream pie on a lazy summer day. One bite at a time.

Well, to be fair, he__ in a situation where intelligence does rather go out the window,_ Cross said. __ have a theory that women actually siphon off our cleverness during the courting phase, and keep it for themselves. Which is why they always seem to see the endgame before we do.

A footman approached bearing a tray of sparkling wine. Lord Sheffield motioned the footman away before he could offer them a glass of champagne. __orgive me,_ he murmured in Amelia__ ear. __ cannot wait another moment to have you in my arms.

She thinks I'm too...impulsive.""Can't imagine why," Tristan muttered, "when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in pursuit of a thief---

Her eyes narrowed with feigned disgust. "I cannot walk backwards anymore! I'm too afraid you'll run me into something." He released one of her hands and reached around her, to cup her firm behind. "Trust me. I'd never risk hurting your backside.

Let this moment whisper through eternity. Let it fill my every dream and visit me each night.

Any friend of my cousin's is a friend of mine, sir. How exactly do you know Lady Zoe?"Before Tristan could answer, Zoe jumped in. "We met at some party, did we not, Mr. Bonnaud?""Yes." Tristan forced a smile. "Clearly a very dull one, since neither of us can remember which one it was.

I kissed you," Finlay said roughly. "for the very simple reason that you are irresistible." "I think that is what is known as serendipity," Isabella replied, "for it's the very same reason I kissed you back." "Serendipity," Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. "I've always wondered what it tasted like." "Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it." "No," he said decidedly. "It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable.