historical-romance

You don__ have to prove something to feel it, to know it exists.

Beware, lion__ lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you._ __evouring me?_ she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. __hat if I devour him first?

I was a possession he had a right to use, a woman with no feelings that mattered._ Wedderburn still did not speak. __ don__ want to feel like that again,_ she said in a whisper. Wedderburn__ eyes were dark with a violent emotion, but his hands were gentle as he held her face. __ou__l never be just any woman to me,_ he said. __ want to know you, Alison Douglas.

You can't be perfect. No one is. That's why we need God.

Celine glanced up as she passed under an arch, at another of the chateau__ decorations, her personal favorite: the entwined letters G and R, carved over every doorway. Family legend had it that one of the original owners of the chateau, a knight by the name of Sir Gaston de Varennes, was responsible for that bit of artwork. Sir Gaston, it seemed, had been quite a ladies_ man__ntil he had met and married his wife, whom he loved so much, he had had her initial engraved with his in every castle he owned.

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.

He__ seen that absent look from her dozens of times in London. She thought herself invisible, and was not. Not to him. This was the second time he__ mentioned marriage to her. The second time she heard nothing but his words.

It is terrifyingly beautiful," Julia said softly. "Terrifying?" "Nature at its most beautiful and most lethal. It is like standing on the edge of one of those lakes in Switzerland, so blue and so calm and so deep and so dangerous. You have the overwhelming urge to plunge in, even though you know the cold will kill you. This desert - your desert - it makes me want to walk into it and keep walking. You probably think I'm being ridiculously fanciful." "I would not have put it in those words, but they are exactly how I feel about Qaryma. Terrifyingly beautiful.

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.

He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. "Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.

It seems you want me at your mercy, Princess. Question is, why?No, she whispered, question is do I?

Shona thought of another question. "What does a man expect of a woman? I would have no inkling what to do." Isobel waved a hand. "He will show you soon enough. Anyway, it will come to you as if 'twas something you'd always known. Accepting his kisses and kissing him back. Touching him. Men loved to be touched." "Where?" "Anywhere," Isobel snickered. "I remember one thing that surprised me the first time. Although I should have known considering how men are always staring down at my breasts." Shona felt her eyes widen again, then tried to hide her shock. "Men love to kiss and suckle nipples," Isobel whispered. "Heavens, you cannot be serious." Shona felt like the most naive person on earth at that moment. "Indeed, I am. That is why they're always gawking at women's breasts, even when they're covered my layers of clothing. They also like to fondle, squeeze, kiss and stroke them." Shona cleared her throat. She had never imagined such a thing.

Do you miss wearing your kilt?" she asked. "In London, it caused more bother than it was worth. Ladies either found it indecent or intriguing. A fair few found it to be both. I was never quite sure whether it was indecently intriguing or intriguingly indecent!

Once the spark of true love has been ignited, it cannot be quenched. It is there forever.

Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

Most of my money remains in England, although my unworthy carcass may not under usual circumstances ...

Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her.

In a heartbeat, he scarcely could take a breath. Wearing not a stitch of clothing, Eva stood in thigh-deep water with her back to him. Before he blinked, his gaze slid from coppery tresses brushing feminine shoulders to a tiny waist which fanned into glorious heart-shaped buttocks. Heaven's stars, her flawless skin had to be as pure white as fresh cream. God on the cross, save me. Christ, he was only a flesh and blood man. Who on earth could resist such a temptation? He clenched his teeth and growled. Frigid water or nay, he lengthened like a stallion catching scent of a filly in heat. God's teeth, even his ballocks turned to balls of tight molten steel.