“A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!”

“Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?”

“She placed her fingertips on her forehead as if trying to gather her thoughts on how to handle this unexpected scenario. "Do not run from a bear. Make yourself a large target and yell to scare the ...”

“Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider ...”

“What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit," she yelled.”

“Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.”

“What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit," she yelled.”

“I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.”

“The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.”

“History has been written, but it has not always been right or complete.”

“I want to kiss you again, Tess.Why?He chuckled, low under his breath. Why? Because youre beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.”

“With every breath I take, I will always love you.”

“Good God, the lad is a lass!”

“She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.”

“Scotland - The Highlands - Thirteenth Century "Have ye e'er seen such a lovely set o' bosoms?”