Julia London > Quotes

“-On creating a false identity for Pheobe-
"A widow," Ava insisted.
"How did her husband die?" Greer asked.
"I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing."
"I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily.”
― Julia London, The Dangers of Deceiving a Viscount

“He took her hand in his, caressed her palm with his finger.“Duin an doras,” he whispered hoarsely, feverishly.“Fuirichidh mise.”
Close the door. I’ll stay.
Ellie flushed dark, her lashes fluttered shut. “I…I don’t know what you say,” she murmured.
Liam dropped her hand, gently laid his at the base of her bare neck. Her skin was soft and warm against his callused palm, and he whispered in her ear,“I know.” He moved his head; his lips whisked across hers, shimmering like a whisper of silk.
He breathed her in once more, made himself remove his hand from her heated flesh.”
― Julia London, Highlander Unbound

“When it comes to ye, lass, I doubt even my sanity”
― Julia London, Highlander in Love

“That was the moment Anna felt something inside her trip and fall, something come clean away from all the snares and traps and tangles of the propriety in which she’d been steeped all these years. And as he began to move, she pressed into him as he had shown her, looked up at him from beneath her lashes as he’d directed, and said, in a purring voice, “My, my, sir, how well you move us about the dance floor! One can’t help but wonder if you move as well in other, more intimate circumstances,” she said, and let her lips stretch into a soft smile.
It worked. Grif’s grin faded; he slowed his step a little and blinked down at her for a moment. But that dangerous smile slowly appeared again, starting in his eyes and casually reaching his lips. “If ye were to pose such a question to me, lass, I’d say, ‘As fast or as slow, as soft or as hard as ye’d want, leannan. Pray tell, how would ye want?’”
The tingling in her groin was a signal that she was on perilous ground. Anna looked into his green eyes, so dark and so deep that she couldn’t quite determine if this was a game they were playing or something far more dangerous. And her good sense, shaped and controlled from years of living among high society, quietly shut down, allowing the real Anna, the Anna who yearned to be loved, to be held and caressed and adored and know all manner of physical pleasure, to slide deeper into the circle of his arms.
“I don’t rightly know how I’d want, sir, other than to say…” Her voice trailed away as she let her gaze roam his face, the perfectly tied neckcloth, the breadth of his shoulders, his thick arms. And then she lifted her gaze to his, saw something smoldering there, and recklessly whispered, “… that I’d most definitely want.”
He said nothing. The muscles in his jaw bulged as if he refrained from speaking, and she realized that they had come to a halt. But then his hand spread beneath hers, his palm pressed to her palm, and he laced his fingers between hers, one by one, and with the last one, he closed his hand, gripping hers tightly. “Tha sin glè mhath,” he whispered hoarsely.
Anna smiled, lifted a curious brow.
“I said, that’s very good, lass. Very good indeed”
― Julia London, Highlander in Disguise

“And what of our understanding?" he demanded. "The handfasting?"
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed down her fear and lifted her chin. "I've no' cried off if that is what you mean. You sent me a bonnet--"
"Woman, I've never in my life imagine one could attach so much meaning to a bloody bonnet It was a hat! No' a jewel, no' a horse--"
"And I am still waiting to hear you say that you esteem me," she said stubbornly. "If ye donna, I will return to Thorntree today and you have my vow I shall never bother you again."
"I donna esteem you! he cried heavenward, and Lizzie's heart lurched. "What is in that head of yours, lass? I love you!”
― Julia London, Highland Scandal

“Get it off,” she said, jerking their bound wrists up and holding them up under his nose.
“I thought perhaps we might at least introduce ourselves,” he said lightly.
“Get it off!”
“What shall I call you?” he asked as he pulled her to the table and removed the silver dome on the platter. Mutton stew, by the smell of it. Not a single knife to be had. “Lover?”
“Rest assured you’ll never need to call me anything at all!” she said with admirable conviction.
“You may reduce your rancor and save it for when you might need it,” he said calmly. “I am as enchanted by this arrangement as you are. May I remove your brooch?”
“Pardon?”
“Your brooch,” he said, looking at the small gold ring-shaped brooch that held her shawl on her shoulder.
Her eyes narrowed.
Jack knew that look and gestured to their wrists. “Rein in your thoughts, lass. I need something to get it off.”
― Julia London, Highland Scandal

“What have we done?” Lizzie whispered.
He had no acceptable answer for that, other than that it had been stunning.
She suddenly propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with eyes still warm with the glow of lovemaking. “I think I’ve lost my fool mind, aye?”
“If you have, it has gone the way of mine,” he said, stroking her cheek.
“What are we to do now? Go on as if nothing has happened between us?”
“Go on,” he said, aware of how incredibly alive he was feeling, how impossibly tender his heart. “But without forgetting this moment.” He really had no idea what he was saying. He could not look in her blue eyes and recall them in the throes of passion and imagine walking away from them.”
― Julia London, Highland Scandal

“You younger siblings know what I’m talking about—we’re the glue and they’re the glitter, right?”
― Julia London, Homecoming Ranch

“Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments…”
― Julia London, Beauty Queen

“Is this the happiness you seek?” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me now, and I will give it to you.” He
moved down her body, his mouth on her bosom, his breath hot on her skin, and his hand freeing her
breast. Phoebe ran her fingers through his hair, thrusting her breast forward as he took the peak into his
mouth.
This was insanity!“Only a profligate would confuse happiness with desire—Oh!” The swell of pleasure
his mouth on her breast gave her was startling, and she cried out.
“And only a fool would try and separate the two,” he responded hotly before he closed his mouth
around her other breast”
― Julia London, The Dangers of Deceiving a Viscount

“When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She
fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand.
He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. “I have missed you,” he said.
“God, how I have missed you.”
“Show me,” she said, and sighed with happiness when he put his hand on her ankle and began to slide it
up her leg.”
― Julia London, The Dangers of Deceiving a Viscount

“You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sign, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.”
― Julia London, The Seduction of Lady X

“To begin, you will recognize that I am to be queen soon and you are not a liberty to tell me what to do, under any circumstance.
His eyes widened with surprise. Now, there's a winning scheme if ever I heard one --befriend others by beating them on the head with your scepter.”
― Julia London, Last Duke Standing

“When lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray What charm can soothe her melancholy What art can wash her guilt away?”
― Julia London, Wicked Angel

“...It must be maddening for you.
What must be?
...All of it I reckon.
How strange--it was almost as if William was in her head.
...Meaning, the responsibility of your birth and what will come when you assume the throne. The pressing need for a husband that will be followed by a more urgent need for an heir.
She could not think of another time someone had commiserated or understood her position in life. Everyone seemed to believe she was incredibly lucky to have been born into it. Do you really believe that? Or are you saying it only to appease me?
He laughed. Have I yet said anything to appease you?
No”
― Julia London, Last Duke Standing

“romantic fiction. She”
― Julia London, Homecoming Ranch

“Lake Haven hadn’t become a fashionable summer getaway for the East Coast elite until somewhere around the fifties, about the time Grandma and Grandpa had opened the East Beach Lake Cottages. The houses built on the lake since then had big windows and rooms set at angles designed to capture the best views. But Ross house had its own unique charm. Once you entered through the stone gate, you knew you were entering an area of wealth and refined taste. You’d expect to find the woman of the house in Ralph Lauren, perhaps on her way to a golf game. You would not expect to find Nancy Yates.”
― Julia London, Suddenly in Love

“pencil skirt she was wearing.”
― Julia London, The Bridesmaid

“softly,”
― Julia London, A Light at Winter's End

“In his last days on this earth, he’d wanted to know if this was all there was.”
― Julia London, Suddenly in Love

“That’s Kansas. Or Missouri. One of those corn states.”
― Julia London, The Bridesmaid

“surreptitiously watching”
― Julia London, The Ruthless Charmer

“said. “Computers are like cars. They should just work. No one wants to know how.”
― Julia London, The Bridesmaid

“hear the storm raging, could still see”
― Julia London, Homecoming Ranch

“All you need in life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure… MARK TWAIN”
― Julia London, Beauty Queen

“and a cat who apparently wished him dead,”
― Julia London, The Princess Plan

“You have no' answered my question. Do you want a husband who requires praise at every turn? And once he's grown accustomed to extracting that from you, what will be next? To sit on your throne? To take your meetings with ministers?”
― Julia London, Last Duke Standing

“to contradict him. “You know how she is,”
― Julia London, Return to Homecoming Ranch

“You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sigh, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.”
― Julia London

“For someone who fears being left... you sure do a lot of running.”
― Julia London, Homecoming Ranch