“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...”

“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...”

“Vintage kisses," Finlay said. "If only they could be bottled, you would have an elixir beyond price.”

“Those were the kind of kisses to keep a man awake at night, wanting more. Now, shall we drink this excellent wine and get on with the rest of the tour?”

“The Jock Upstart, is what Wellington calls - called me. A man who does not know his allotted place in the scheme of things.”

“I must confess, your gown does not do justice as your trousers did to your delightful derriere." Colour flamed in her face. She ought to be outraged, but Isabella was briefly, shockingly inclined t...”

“And if you ever - and I do mean ever - try to leave me, Im goin with you.”

“..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.”

“Annabelle gave him a chiding smile. If youre implying that Im spoiled, I assure you that I am not.You should be. His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought her...”