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“A man who is born to be hanged can never be drowned.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“There were times when he felt as if he were being literally torn in two. Times when he raged at the injustice of what was happening to him, times when he was overwhelmed with guilt. There was no right and wrong anymore, which had been one of clear-cut lines for so long, was now so blurred that he was careening around like a compass struggling to find true north.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“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 you back."
"Serendipity," Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. "I've always wondered what it tasted like."
"Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it."
"No," he said decidedly. "It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“You're warning me off. There's no need, I assure you. At this moment in time, my only ambition is to get myself through the day ---" He broke off, realising too late what he'd admitted, remembering, suddenly, why he had kissed her in the first place. And now he'd given her the perfect opening to start again.
But to his surprise, her expression softened. "Yes," she said. "That is how I have felt since --- since." She blinked rapidly, and forced a smile. "It is a good thing, this -- this---between us, because now I know that I am recovering myself...”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“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!”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“She was riding a camel, in the most beautiful desert, in the kingdom belonging to this most beautiful man. A man who thought she had the most delightful rear. A man who wanted to kiss her every bit as much as she wanted to kiss him. "I know that I will regret saying this, but at this moment in time, I think I could manage anything.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“There is an old saying, that in the desert a camel is more useful than a kingdom," he said ruefully, "but as a location for lovemaking, it leaves a lot to be desired.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“He closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember the taste of her and the feel of her and the smell of her. She was quite lovely. She was altogether ravishing. She would set any man's blood on fire. He shouldn't have kissed her.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“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.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“Celeste committed the cardinal sin of leaning across Jack's arm. "You will excuse me, Madam, but I have something most particular to say to Monsieur Trestain."
"That was rude," jack said, though he was smiling.
"No doubt you thought her very beautiful."
"No doubt that is what you think I thought.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“His eyes darkened. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She leaned into him as he pulled her towards him. It started so gently. Soft. Delicate. Celeste leant closer. The kiss deepened. she could feel the damp of his shirt and the heat of his skin beneath it. A drop of perspiration trickled down between her breasts, and she felt a sharp twist of pure desire.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“But the pain, the tearing blackness, the white heat of his uncontrollable fury, the terror that made him run from himself, the sweats and the shakes, and the dull ache in his head, they were all too real. ~~~~

She kissed him to stop the words babbling out. She was in love. “Jack,” she said, because it was all she could trust herself to say. “Jack.” She loved him. She kissed his eyelids. She loved him.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“Maman’s life was an unfinished book. Celeste had to discover the ending, and then she could close the cover for ever.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“There is nothing more effective in igniting a man's desire than a woman's passion. To see the fire in your eyes, to feel the fire in your blood as you touch me, it sets me on fire too. Do you imagine I would prefer to kiss a woman who responds only with -- with compliance? No, I would not. No red-blooded man would. Never apologize for passion. Restraint, Julia, has no place in lovemaking.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“Kissing gave a man all sorts of immoral ideas. Such ideas were, in Madame Hera's world, the province only of men. That Ainsley herself had had ideas - her mind boggled, trying to imagine what Madame would say to that.
In fact, those very ideas cropped up in several of the letters Felicity had forwarded to her, variously referred to as 'unnatural desires,' 'longing,' 'carnal stirrings,' fever of the blood,' 'indecent thoughts' and even, memorably, 'an irrepressible need to scratch an itch.”
― Marguerite Kaye, Strangers at the Altar

“It was because he wanted to kiss her so much that he stopped himself, bent over her hand, clicking his heels together, then let her go. "Adios, Isabella. Good luck. Please be careful. Stay safe."
"Goodbye, Finlay. May God protect you and keep you from harm.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“The soldier in the portrait had been a respected and admired officer...
The man he had become was fighting a different battle now. He had his demons, just as she had her ghosts.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“She laced her arms around his neck. "Are you hungry, Azhar?"
His smile made her blood fizz. "Ravenous, Julia."
"Then please, abandon any attempt at controlling your appetite for me," she whispered into his ear, "Because I too am starving.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“Vintage kisses," Finlay said. "If only they could be bottled, you would have an elixir beyond price.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“Celeste grabbed his arm. “You see, you are running away from the truth. Why won’t you talk about it?”

“Take your hands off me. Now.”

She had gone too far. She knew it would be insane to push him further, but she knew with certainty that was exactly what she was going to do. Celeste tilted her head and met his stormy eyes. “No.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“Celeste." Jack grinned. "How every appropriate. An angel sent from heaven to relieve my boredom."
"An artist sent from France to paint your brother's estate," she retorted.
"Touché'. In that case we should get down to business.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“What the hell do you think you are doing, creeping about in the night in woman's clothing? I could just as easily have killed you?"
The sheer audacity of her remark rendered him speechless for a moment, and then Finlay laughed. "This, senorita, is a kilt, not a skirt, and you did not for a moment come close to killing me, though I don't doubt that you'd have tried if I'd given you half a chance.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“Where is your Revolutionary spirit?"
"Beheaded," Celeste said.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“...You, you look -- bien -- exactly what you were, a high-ranking British officer, used to unwavering obedience and with the air of a Greek god, gazing down on us mere mortals.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“I supposed you've already kissed him? Don't deny it, that guilty look is a complete giveaway. Did you like it?"
"Felicity!"
"Well?"
"Yes." Ainsley laughed. "Yes, I did."
"Was it a good kiss? The kind of kiss to give you confidence that your Mr. Drummond would know what he was doing? The kind of kiss that made you want him to do more than kiss you?”
― Marguerite Kaye, Strangers at the Altar

“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 to laugh. "A gentleman does not remark on a lady's derriere."
"I seem to recall telling you when last we met that I am not a gentleman, senorita. And now I come to think of it, I recall also that you took umbrage at being called a lady.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“Was your magic carpet out of commission?”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“I thought I had to be alone to be free. But I am only ever truly myself when I am with you, Azhar. I know, that is such an -- an extravagant thing to say, but it is true. I have to realize that freedom means having the ability to choose. To choose to share your life, to choose to love unconditionally. The two are inseparable. There is no freedom without love and there is no love without freedom.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Widow and the Sheikh

“She had always swum alone. She had never swum in the company of a man, and this man -- She dragged her eyes away again....
"Go in. I will follow you but don't look."
Jack laughed. "I never make promises I can't keep," he said.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret

“...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Dark Secret