Kat Martin > Quotes

“Another hour of strained silence passed. Hawk left to speak with an aquaintance in another car.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" James offered as soon as his friend was out of earshot.
Mandy looked out the window, shamefaced. "I'd really rather not discuss it, if you don't mind."
"You know, even if he is a friend, I'd be happy to black his eye if-"
"No!"
"Whatever you say." He sighed resignedly, leaning back against the tapestry seats.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“I didn't think you would be able to find me.I was so frightened..."
He took hold of her hand, brought it to his lips. "I would have looked forever if I'd had to.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“Precisely who are you,Captain Sharpe?"
He looked into that beautiful, treacherous face and a sweep of lust rushed through him. "You want to know who I am? Well, I am the devil incarnate and you,my sweet, are about to pay the devil's due.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“I love anything old. I love to travel and especially like to visit the places where my books are set. My husband and I often stay in out-of-the-way inns and houses built in times past. It's fun and it gives a wonderful sense of a by-gone era.”
― Kat Martin

“Thats right my lovely bride to be. In language you might understand, your pawn has been captured and you my queen will also be in danger if you think to gain-way me again.”
― Kat Martin, The Bride's Necklace

“I've always loved books. I was an avid reader, with any number of my own stories rolling around in my head. Writing them down seemed a logical step.”
― Kat Martin

“I've met your cousin," he told her, and her veins turned to ice.
"Oh,really? When was that?"
"A little over two years ago.I'm afraid it wasn't a very pleasant encounter."
"What a surprise," she said sarcastically. Then she couldn't resist asking, "What did you think of her?"
Hawk watched her intently. "She seemed nice enough. She's no better at following orders than you are-and not nearly as pretty." He grinned broadly. It was the first real smile she'd seen.
"What would you like for dinner?" she asked, moving the subject to safer ground. Her cheeks burned from the compliment-or insult-she wasn't sure which.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“You're beginning to make a habit of trying to drown yourself, Grace. I hope from now on you will try to restrain yourself.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“As she stepped off the platform, the material parted and he got a gimpse of stockinged feet and slender calves, a single lacy blue garter.
His body tightened.He'd been hard off and on for hours.Now his shaft filled again, lengthened and began to throb. Silently he cursed.If he didn't know this was often the way selections were made, he would have wondered if Grace might not be torturing him on purpose.
She had seduced him on the ship, he recalled, instantly wishing he hadn't as the ache in his groin grew worse.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“I can't believe this." Temper still high, she planted her hands on her hips. "For weeks, I have imagined you making love to me.I even tried to seduce you." So he had been right about that. "Now-when we are in the middle of the Duke of Sheffield's ball-you decide you want me."
"I've never stopped wanting you,Grace."
She started to back away. "You made me look like a fool."
Ethan stalked to her, matching her step for step. Now that his mind was made up,he intended to have her and soon.
"You didn't look the least like a fool. You looked like a woman whose husband desired her."
Her back came up against the door."You...you are still the pirate you were aboard your ship!"
"That's right.And I intend to plunder the treasure I acquired the day we were wed.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“Ethan! What on earth are you doing?"
"Excuse us,please.It is very warm in here and my wife has begun to feel a little faint." With a smile fixed on his face,giving a series of the same brief explanation,he carried her through the crush,out the front door of the mansion,along the gravel drive to where his carriage was parked.
"Home,Jennings," he said to the coachman as a footman opened the door. "And don't spare the horses." Setting her swiftly on the carriage seat, he climbed in and took a place beside her.
"Are you insane?" Grace stared at him with disbelief as the matched pair of grays stepped into their traces and the coach jolted forward. "We can't just leave. We're the guests of honor! What will people think?"
"They will thank that I am ravenous for my wife's lovely body,and I am."
"But-"
"Another word,Grace, and I swear I will take you right here."
Her eyes widened for an instant, then she sat back on the seat of the carriage, careful to keep facing forward, casting him only an occasional sideways glance.
If his body hadn't been throbbing with such urgent need,he might have smiled.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“Hawk was like a man gone mad. He'd hardly slept all night for worrying about her, and here she was, calmly riding back to Fort Laramie and her lover. He longed, at that moment, to put his hands around her slender throat and choke some sense into her.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“I'm afraid I've got to leave for a while. Will you be all right while I'm gone."
"I'm pregnant,Ethan,not dying of the plague.I'll be quite all right while you are away."
He seemed to miss the humor. "Are you certain?"
"Actually,I could use a moment to myself.You've been hovering over me like a hen with a chick since the day you came home."
His mouth faintly curved. "And I shall continue to do so until your babe has arrived.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“So you'll be keeping the Sea Devil," she said.
His light eyes roamed over her, settled for a moment on her breasts. "I'm keeping her. The ship holds a number of interesting memories I wouldn't want to forget."
His eyes said he was remembering their numerous encounters-and the final delicious outcome-and a faint smile tugged at his lips.”
― kat martin, The Devil's Necklace

“Your taste in furnishings is quite splendid, Captain Sharpe. One might almost say refined." She couldn't keep a trace of sarcasm out of her voice.
"Unlike my manners, is that it, Miss Chastain?"
"Your words, Captain, not mine.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“Night camp wasn't much better. The air was thick with hostility,sideways glances, and accusing stares.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“She fleetingly wished this handsome stranger could be the object of her desires, instead of his black-hearted companion.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“James and I happened onto the scene and foiled the robber's plans. We're good at that-foiling plans,I mean. Don't you agree,Miss Ashton?"
"There seems to be very little on which we agree, Mr. Langley.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“Wait and see," Claire said excitedly. "Your husband will not be able to resist you."
Grace hoped Claire was right.Since the night he had kissed her in the drawing room after their disastrous dinner party,he had done a magnificent job of exactly that.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“His skin was dark, his face tanned, little crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Sun lines, not laugh lines, she was sure. She couldn't imagine the devil captain ever laughing at anything except, perhaps, someone else's pain.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“The trail gets a might steep through here. I'd advise you to start paying attention instead of daydreaming about your beau."
His tone annoyed her and she couldn't resist answering in kind.
"What's the matter, Mr. Langley, afraid I'll fall off a cliff, and you won't be able to collect your reward? That is what your after,isn't it? The reward. Just like in the posters:Wanted dead or alive,Julia Ashton,for unspeakable crimes of the heart.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“James might have enjoyed the day, but Hawk's mood was black and the girl's even blacker. The camp was like a battle line.”
― Kat Martin, Magnificent Passage

“Ethan's gaze returned to the swell of her breast above the top of her gown. "Cord once mentioned a room here at Sheffield House on the second floor, rather out of the way,I understand, and rarely used.I don't think anyone would miss us if we disappeared for a while, do you?"
Her pulse quickened. She couldn't look away from the smoky heat in his eyes or the sensual curve of his lips. They were equally matched, she thought, and perfectly mated,her mind slipping ahead to what would happen in that room. "No,I don't believe they would miss us in the least."
His look burned hotter. He glanced at the crush of people surrounding them, spoke just loudly enough for them to hear. "Come,my love.It's a bit warm in here.Why don't we take a stroll in the garden?"
Grace bit back a smile. "That is a very good notion,my lord.I believe the night is clear enough for us to see the stars.The Great Bear and the Little Lion should be visible tonight and I am ever so eager to see them."
Ethan's smile held a trace of amusement that disappeared beneath a look of sensual heat.”
― Kat Martin, The Devil's Necklace

“I’ll never make the mistake I made before, Charity. I’ll never let work come between us. Family is the most precious thing a man can have. But it’s time I got on with my life. You helped teach me that.” He slid the engagement ring onto the third finger of her trembling left hand.
“Oh, Call, it’s beautiful. Magnificent.”
“It shouldn’t be hard for you to find an editing job if you decide that’s what you want to do. We’ll buy a house somewhere…Bainbridge Island, maybe. Not too far from the city but not too close, either. Someplace with a little room, maybe some acreage. The kind of place that would be good for raising kids.”
He wanted to have children! Happy tears glittered in her eyes. “That sounds perfect.”
“Come on,” Call said, taking her hand. “Let’s get out of here.” As they made their way back inside the ballroom, heading for the door and Call’s suite on the fourteenth floor, she saw Deirdre at the table sitting next to Jeremy.
Charity smiled at her best friend and held up her hand. She pointed to the ring and mouthed the words, “We’re getting married!”
Deirdre said a not-so-silent, “Yes!” And in a highly undignified moment, shot her arm up into the air.”
― Kat Martin, Midnight Sun

“She turned as he got closer and pasted a phony-looking smile on her face. “Well, Mr. Hawkins. How nice of you to come over for another neighborly chat.”
“This isn’t a neighborly chat, sweetheart, and you know it. What the hell is happening over here? I thought I told you I liked peace and quiet.”
“Yes, I believe you did. Unfortunately for you, I like being able to use my bathroom for something other than a place to hang wet towels and I prefer to cook my meals without rainwater dripping into my food.”
He’d seen her walking back and forth to the outhouse in her rain slicker. He’d wondered if she’d ever even seen one before. He glanced up at the sagging cabin roof. He figured it would start leaking sooner or later.
“That bad, huh?” He tried to keep the satisfaction out of his voice, but he could see by her pinched expression she had heard it.
“Let’s just say Mr. Flanagan had good reason to move.”
“How long till they finish the repairs?”
“Since the men seem to be working on ‘Klondike time,’ I have no idea. I guess it depends on whether or not the sun comes out.”
He ignored a flicker of amusement, clamped down on his jaw instead. “Well, the sooner they get done, the better. All that hammering is driving me crazy.”
Her smile remained frozen in place. “Maude tells me you own quite a lot of property along the creek. Perhaps you should think of relocating your house someplace farther back in the woods.”
― Kat Martin, Midnight Sun

“Mr. Flanagan decided to move in with his son in Calgary. He listed the property for sale several weeks ago with Smith Real Estate in Dawson. I’m the person who bought it.”
His features looked even harder than they had before. “That’s impossible. I tried to buy this place from Mose Flanagan every other month for the last four years. He refused to even consider it.”
Her irritation inched up a notch. “Well, apparently he changed his mind. The transaction officially closed yesterday morning. I don’t know why he didn’t tell you the property was for sale.” When his black scowl deepened, she couldn’t resist adding, “Maybe he just didn’t like you.”
He opened his mouth to argue, clamped down on his jaw instead, and a muscle jumped in his cheek. Apparently her goading had hit on a portion of the truth.
“So now you’re the owner,” he said darkly.
“That’s right, I am.”
He looked her over from head to foot, taking in her Liz Claiborne jeans and the touch of makeup she hadn’t been able to resist. She bristled at his smug expression.
“And you actually intend to move in?”
“I am in, Mr…?”
“Hawkins. McCall Hawkins. I’m your next-door neighbor, so to speak. And I don’t appreciate all that hammering you’ve been doing. I like things nice and quiet. I enjoy my privacy and I don’t like being disturbed. It’ll be easier on both of us if you keep that in mind.”
“I’ll do my best,” she lied, thinking of the noisy dredging equipment she intended to use in the stream. She gave him a too-sweet smile. “I’d say it was a pleasure, Mr. Hawkins, but we both know it wasn’t. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”
Turning away from him, she climbed the stairs to the porch, picking up her hammer, and started pounding on the dresser again, dismissing him as if he had never been there. For several long moments, he simply stood there glaring. Then she caught the movement of his shadow as he turned and stalked away, back down the path beside the creek.
Of all the nerve. Who the devil did he think he was?”
― Kat Martin, Midnight Sun

“I’d planned to stay all week. Now I’ll have to reschedule, try to get a flight out sometime tomorrow.” He dragged out his cell phone, started to punch in numbers.
“Um, I’m afraid that won’t work. You’ll have to walk up the hill a little to get any sort of reception.”
He gave her a look that said What the hell kind of place is this? Making his way outside, he climbed up the hill to make the call and came back a few minutes later.
Charity couldn’t help thinking that for a man who was supposed to be madly in love, he was taking this very well.
“I was able to make connections tomorrow,” he said. “You don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?”
Of course she minded! Having Jeremy as a houseguest was the last thing she wanted. But hey, the man had come all this way to propose. She could hardly toss him out on his ear.”
― Kat Martin, Midnight Sun

“He was tall, at least six-two or six-three, dressed in a pair of faded jeans that molded to long, muscular legs, and a worn denim shirt that stretched over shoulders the width of an axe handle. He was lean, no extra flesh, yet his movements spoke of power and physical strength. Whoever he was, he needed a haircut.”
― Kat Martin, Midnight Sun

“So it’s just a one-night stand.”
His head came up. Eyes as blue as the sky bored into her. “In case you haven’t noticed, the sun is still up.”
― Kat Martin, Midnight Sun

“riding in the back way.”
― Kat Martin, Against the Wind