“God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine. Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. Hugh. How did we end up on the bed? I think we must have floated,...”

“Steeling her resolve, she stepped further into the study. Regardless if I have your blessing, I have made up my mind. I love Hugh Maclain. It is he whom I will wed. Pap guzzled the remaining dregs....”

“He pulled her into his arms. Closing his eyes, he savored every inch of her small frame. God, why did she have to be the daughter of the Governor of Fort William? Why could she not be a simple lass...”

“Would you like to see where I will build your house, mlady? She grinned. You mean our house? He mirrored her smile. Aye. Taking her hand, he led her along the path to the mouth of the River Coe. Th...”

“Steeling her resolve, she stepped further into the study. “Regardless if I have your blessing, I have made up my mind. I love Hugh Maclain. It is he whom I will wed.” Pap guzzled the remaining dreg...”

“She held her finger to his lips. “We have a lifetime to reveal our secrets.” In a bold move, she took his hand and led him to the bed. Ever so eager to follow, Hugh’s mouth suddenly went dry. Hell,...”

“She swatted the fur beside her. "Sit." Growling, he shoved his dirk back in its sheath. "I'll listen, but if ye lift a finger against me, I'll slit your throat afore ye can draw your next breath." ...”

“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...”

“It doesna matter the direction necessity forces ye to take in life, it matters which way ye go when ye have a choice.”

“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...”

“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?”