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“I’m finished playing games with you. Climb up on that damn horse right now or you’ll be straddling mine.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Forever and always you’re mine,” he said.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Look. I know this type of woman. I grew up surrounded by a passel of them just like her. My mother. My sister. Surely you realize she’ll expect more than you’re willing to give. She’s all about babies and doilies and serving up little tea cakes. Letting you have your way with her and then watching you ride off into the sunset ain’t part of her plan.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“I’ve thought of little else except loving you.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“You stupid wench. You’ll move when I say so.” Eager fingers fumbled at the buttons on his pants. “You’re gonna like this ’cause you ain’t never had a real man—” A cocking revolver resonated through the hazy stable. Blue sliced his gaze toward the entrance. Sunlight poured around a tall form silhouetted in the doorway. “As a matter of fact, she has. Me.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Let’s see…what did you say? Ah yes…you made this sweet and delectable, just for me. Then you were disappointed I wouldn’t sample what you offered.” He loomed nearer. “Never utter something suggestive if you’re not prepared to follow through with it.”
― Cindy Nord, With Open Arms

“His eyes opened wider. “You’re my angel,” he whispered. Emaline smiled at him, smoothing her hand over his head. “I’m glad I’m your angel.” The whole time she administered to his wounds, he watched her. Even when she poured medicine down his throat, he continued to stare up at her, even when the pain flowed over him and he moaned aloud; when the tears slipped from the corners of his dark eyes, he still refused to close them.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“He cares for you a great deal, Miz Emaline. You sure you want to keep avoidin’ him like dis?” “I’m sure,” she replied.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“His voice slid out on a rough-edged plea. “Make me yours, sweet Angel,” he murmured into the curve of her mouth.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“leaned over, his lips a hair’s breadth from the curve of her ear. “I will be part of this ranch, Callie-girl,” he whispered, and the brush of his words sent an immediate wash of tingles down her back. “You don’t have to like it, but in time you’ll concede. And come tomorrow morning, it’ll be you and me riding the length of this property. Don’t make me come looking for you.”
― Cindy Nord, With Open Arms

“Ooohweee, will you just listen to that perfect Virginny drawl, boys. Ain’t no doubt this here’s a real-live Reb.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“I haven’t made you suffer one damn bit. Good God, woman, I’m trying to protect you! There’s nothing you can do to change the course of this war. Nothing. And trying to prevent the inevitable is not only dangerous, it’s ludicrous. I don’t want you hurt too.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“And then she spotted Reece riding alongside the magnificent column. He guided his buckskin toward her, reining Saguaro to a stop beside the front steps. “Is this the Shapinsay Plantation, ma’am?” he asked, his eyes shadowed beneath the brim of his slouch hat. An odd flutter raced through Emaline’s chest. “Oh you. Where did you…?” she stammered, searching for words, but her voice stuck in the back of her throat. A devilish gleam lit his eyes. “What, my love? No rifle this time?”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Three days had passed since he’d last spoken to Emaline. Irritation clawed a hole through his patience. “Where the hell is she?” he growled. “She’s busy,” the woman retorted. “She’s not that busy.” He ground out the words, harsh and low, and threw them toward Euley. “Tell me where she is right now.” “I was told to bring up da food an’ if’n you eat everythin’, den I’s to get you up to walk dis evenin’.” “I don’t want to eat or walk. I want to see her.” “Yes, Colonel, I know what you’s wantin’, only I don’t know what else to say.” She shifted the tray closer and reached behind his head to plump his pillows. “I was told to bring up da supper an’ dat’s all I’m doin’. Now if’n you don’t want to eat, then I’ll just be taking it back down stairs wif me.” Euley leveled her head and stared into his eyes. Hers narrowed into determined slits. “You get to make da choice, Colonel. Now pick.” “I haven’t seen her for three days. Is she ill?” The disturbing thought banished his selfish disappointment. “No, she’s just busy.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“You’ve given me a reason to live again, to love again…and I do love you, Emmy. I’m begging you to give me a reason to return.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“You know you’re an integral part of me now, don’t you?”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Since we're going to dream anyway...DREAM BIG!" ~ Cindy Nord, Historical Romance Author”
― Cindy Nord

“is a busy place, Neale. The last thing I need underfoot is some worn-out soldier who knows nothin’ about horses.” His mouth sunk into a smirk, bringing the haughty glint back to his eyes. “You’ve no idea my abilities, princess.”
― Cindy Nord, With Open Arms

“Reece narrowed his eyes, then leaned from the saddle toward her. “I’ve decided to return the horses I confiscated from you. You remember that day, don’t you?” He rubbed an imaginary spot on his cheek where she’d slapped him that long-ago morning. Emaline blushed. “Oh yes, Colonel Cutteridge. I remember that day very well. In fact, you thought to kiss me in broad daylight in my own study, much to my chagrin.” Tears flooded her eyes. Couldn’t he see she needed to touch him, needed to tell him in a million different ways how much she loved him? He straightened, instead. “Yes, that I did, and don’t regret doing so for one moment.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“I would never knowingly hurt you, Emaline. Surely to God, you know this by now.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Contrary to what you think, Mrs. McDaniels, I’ve been extremely patient with you. Remember, you did try to shoot me.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Don’t enter my camp again with your hair unbound unless I’ve invited you into my bed.” “You are the last man on earth I’d crawl into bed with,” she hissed as he turned away.”
― Cindy Nord, With Open Arms

“She’s earned every damn dollar without once spreading her legs, and if I hear another word about her from that grimy hole you call a mouth, I promise it’ll be the last thing you say. Do we understand each other?”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“You’re my world now.” He shook her to drive home his words. “Never forget this, Emmy. When the war’s over, I’ll come back to you. I promise this with my life.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“Don’t you realize what that sonofabitch did to me?” “He kissed you. So what? That’s still no reason to leave before the barbecue.” “Gus,” she screeched. “I don’t want to be kissed.” “Oh for God’s sake, kissin’ won’t hurt you none.” “You’re missing the point.” “What point?” He stepped closer. “That you were kissed or that Neale did the kissin’?” She glared at him, her eyes narrowing. “People are going to talk.” “About what?” He pulled the blanket from her gloved hands. “A harmless little kiss?” “It’s not harmless.” She paced before the man, her hands flinging wide. “You saw him, sauntering up there as bold as you please in that obnoxious way of his. Making the asinine assumption I’d be delighted by his…his…” “Kiss?” Gus said.”
― Cindy Nord, With Open Arms

“I’m more than a handful, aren’t I?” she muttered, her mouth thinning. “A handful?” The corner of his mouth lifted. “No. You’re more like a damn bucketful of trouble.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“And did I mention she’s so beautiful in the moonlight, she’ll take your breath away?” Jackson’s brow arched. “Your sister?” “No, you jackal. My ranch. Look, all I’m asking is for you to think about this. You can let me know later if you’re interested. Make me a fair offer and she’s yours.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“My Dearest Emaline, Please forgive me for my behavior last night. I am so sorry I hurt you. You did not deserve such callous treatment. I know you don’t understand the responsibilities that I face, and unfortunately, they far outweigh any personal feelings or desires I possess. I hope one day you will come to understand this and find it in your heart to forgive me. Inside the case is a collection of medical supplies, including several potent drugs. Doc has assured me these will help your brother regain his strength. And contrary to what you now believe, I do hope he recovers. I will never forget you or the courage you have displayed. The brief time we spent together will forever remain in my heart. I am eternally in your debt, Reece”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory

“No, now I know four secrets.” “Four?” A perfectly sculpted brow arched and her laugh twisted Jackson’s quixotic emotions into a knot. The pressure inside his pants grew. He envisioned her naked beneath him, her long, coltish legs wrapped tight in a lover’s squeeze around his waist. A sliver of sweat slid down his neck. God help me, I want her. He shot a glance to the cup and saucer on the piano. “You make and serve tea. That’s one.” His hand slid along the Steinway, thankful for the coolness beneath his fingers. “Two…you play this instrument with remarkable skill.” He motioned toward her green damask evening gown. “Three. You do know how to wear a dress.” He then rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, and steepled his fingers in an outward show of control. Inside, however, his blood still churned. “And four…” Jackson paused to slide his gaze in a deliberate, self-indulgent sweep over the curve of her breasts before reconnecting with her now-widened eyes. “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman.”
― Cindy Nord, With Open Arms

“the slight tremble of her hands, the lone indication of her fear. He scanned the firearm and a faint smile touched his lips. In her haste to defend her home, the brazen little madcap had failed to place a necessary percussion cap in front of the firing hammer. An unprimed rifle posed no danger.”
― Cindy Nord, No Greater Glory