Mary Wine > Quotes

“That will solve nothing, my lord.” His wife strode into the kitchen, stiff pride shining in her eyes. “I told you to keep her in hand.” Brodick glared at his cousin, wondering just when his life had turned inside out. Druce scowled at the sweet smile Brodrick’s wife cast toward him. He lifted his finger and pointed at her. “She bit me.”
― Mary Wine, In Bed With A Stranger

“Come with me, sweet lass, and I'll make good on me promise to chase ye through the woods like a highlander." Broen spoke in a rich timbre laced with good humor. " Ye there...Lads, be sporting now and let me ravish this charming creature the way only a Scotsman can!”
― Mary Wine, The Highlander's Prize

“If you are wise, you will never forget that your heart is yours alone. It can be the greatest gift, but never can it be commanded.”
― Mary Wine, Improper Seduction

“Jacques has no honor,” she said.
Ramon flexed his fingers as his squire slid a gauntlet into place. “Which is why I must ride against him. Only a baron has the right.”
“I cannot bear to lose you.”
Ramon waved his squire away. “I will join you in the yard.”The squire and his assistant gathered up the remaining pieces of armor and headed out of the chamber with them. Ramon came close again, sitting beside her and reaching out to smooth his fingers across her cheek. “As I cannot bear to lose you. As long as Jacques draws breath, you remain his target. I could never be worthy of you if I did not face this threat. Pray for me, tell me you understand, but do not ask me to be a coward. You could never love a coward.”
And he wanted to be worthy of her love…”
― Mary Wine, A Sword for His Lady

“do nae want ye to.”
― Mary Wine, The Highlander's Bride Trouble

“Her annoyance burned bright. Her neck was still warm and tingling where he’d stroked her, driving home how well he knew a woman’s body. Yet he was displeased that she might know a thing or two about how to touch him. The arrogance of it all.”
― Mary Wine, Improper Seduction

“You could become accustomed to my presence, Isabel.” He was not merely making a suggestion. She heard the unmistakable ring of promise in his voice. Authority. Well, she recalled that part of being a wife very well. “Is that what having me bathe you is about, then?” Her voice quivered with her temper. “To introduce me to the position that is now mine by your decree?”
He continued to look out the window, giving her only his back to scrub. “We are both past the age of sonnets delivered through our servants.”
“Aye, there is naught sweetly gallant about you, sir.” She turned in a swirl of her robes and made it three steps before Ramon’s deep voice stopped her.
“Nor is there anything sweetly demure about you.”
― Mary Wine, A Sword for His Lady

“Achaius and hope she could make him happy enough to refuse to go feuding.”
― Mary Wine, How to Handle a Highlander