Highlanders Romance Quotes

“She laid a row of cushions down the center of the bed, carefully dividing it into two sides....
"I dinna know how this strategy escaped Napoleon's notice. If only he'd erect a barricade of feathers and fabric, we Highlanders wouldna have known how to get over it.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“I'm Captain Logan MacKenzie. I received every last one of your missives, and despite your best attempts to kill me, I am verra much alive."
He propped a finger under her chin, tilting her face to his. So she would be certain to hear and believe his words.
"Madaline Eloise Gracechurch... I've come here to marry you.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“Silly me. I dreamed big."
He gave her a sly grin. "And you got it.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“What I'm saying isna romantic. It's raw, primal, and entirely crude." He lowered his voice to a growl. "You, Madeline Elise Gracechurch have been driving me slowly mad with lust. For years.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“There's more than one way to share pleasure."
She was quiet for a long moment. "How many ways?"
He rolled onto his side to face her, skimming a single finger from her breastbone to her belly. Here's an idea. I'll demonstrate them, and you keep count.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“I've nothing suitable to wear."
"I dinna care about the color of your frock, lass. I'm only going to take off you again."
She blinked. "Oh.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“This really, truly, could not be happening.
Captain Logan MacKenzie could not be alive. He could not be dead, either.
He didn't exist.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“What's the worst thing you've ever done?"
He pushed his hands through his hair. "I'm beginning to think it was marrying you.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“Quickly, say something unfeeling. Mock my letters. Threaten my beetles. Just do something, anything reprehensible.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“I've come home to you."

"H-home...to me?"

"I knew it," Aunt Thea said. "It's him."

The strange man nodded. "It's me."

It's who?" Maddie blurted out.

..."Don't you know me, mo chridhe?”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“Mena knew men like the Laird of Ravencroft Keep rarely existed, and when they did, history made gods of them.
Or demons.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“She looked Con up and down. ... "I went to do your stupid ass a favor. Next time I'll decline."
She started to turn away when his hand wrapped around her arm to hold her. Rhi looked down at his fingers, then at his face.
"I doona trust you."
"You never have," she responded coolly. "This is nothing new."
He yanked her close so that their faces were inches apart. "If you betray us, there's nowhere you can hid where I won't find you. And kill you."
She smiled, briefly debating putting her lips to his and seeing his reaction. Right before she teleported away, she said, "Kiss my grits.”
― Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger

“Glancing down, Meg saw his eyes trained on her finger. “The ring? It’s been in my family for generations. I recently inherited it.” Meg dropped her eyes at the thought of her Aunt Gilly. The note that had come with the ring was written by Gilly’s own hand. It had said that her “destiny awaited,” whatever that meant.
“Is it you?” His softly voiced question brought her gaze to his.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Amethyst Heat

“My father says you're to steal me away. Is that true?" Her lovely blue eyes flashed with mischief.
"Your father said that?" Rubbing the back of his neck, Declan met her eyes. "And what did you say about it?"
She dropped her bold gaze. "I told him that nothing so exciting ever happens around here.”
― laura hunsaker, Highland Eclipse

“Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius.
But she wanted him.
That made all the difference in the end.”
― Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger

“No matter how much he denied his attraction to her, those red curls haunted his dreams like brilliant flames that couldn't be extinguished...
"Fuirich air falbh on teine," he said under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear. Stay away from the fire.”
― Victoria Roberts, Snakes in the Garden

“Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.”
― Paula Quinn, The Scot's Bride

“My angel of mercy.” The gut-wrenching words stabbed Masie in the chest. It wasn’t the first time she’d been called that.
She looked down, horrified by what she saw. He was lying in a pool of blood, his hand out-stretched. “My angel,” he wheezed as he struggled to breathe.
He was a warrior, strong and fearless. She bent down and whispered softly in his ear, “Close yer eyes and I’ll end yer pain.”
She paused just before her teeth sank into his flesh. Something within his essence held her back. He had to live.”
― Victoria Zak, Beautiful Darkness: Masie

“The strange unfamiliar feeling she’d had increased as they approached. She nervously twisted the amethyst ring on her middle finger. Aunt Gilly’s ring. It felt hot against her skin.”
― Laura Hunsaker, Amethyst Heat

“Her scent filled his nostrils. He was shocked to feel his throat tighten with a primal hunger. She smelled like her mother, but fresher, sweeter somehow. Some primitive male instinct warned him this was a bloom still on the vine, fragrant and tender and ripe. He scowled. She might be nectar to a another man, but to a MacDonnell, Dougal Cameron's daughter would be more deadly than nightshade.”
― Teresa Medeiros, A Whisper of Roses

“Tell me, Constantine, who was afraid of what?"
There was no sense in answering. No matter what Con said, Ulrik would never admit that he was wrong and Con was right.”
― Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger

“I'm no' a good man.”
― Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger

“Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands.”
― Victoria Roberts, Kill or Be Kilt

“Elizabeth studied the earl as he approached the waiting coach. "Was his behavior rather... odd?"
"He English. Ye're asking me if he's odd?”
― Victoria Roberts, Kill or Be Kilt

“I give ye my body to protect ye, my heart to love ye, and my soul for all eternity. I am yours.”
― Victoria Roberts, Kill or Be Kilt

“I don't like to play with my prey. I prefer their deaths to be quick.”
― Victoria Roberts, Snakes in the Garden

“Let every lady in Camlochlin swoon over a charming smile. She had won the love of a man who shared his most intimate smiles for her alone”
― Paula Quinn, Ravished by a Highlander

“The group’s laughter echoed off the stained, plaster ceiling. I raised my beer, but before I clinked the bottles together, I challenged him. “You think you’re a man I won’t forget?”
“Ah’m nae any man ye’ve met before.”
“Praise be,” I smirked, “the others haven’t been worth spit.”
Then the whiskey came, and I was taken by the tawny light, forgetting to worry about my ‘crazy’. Until Angus’ efforts at gilding my heart, called my ‘alter’ to the fore.”
― Cheryl R Cowtan, Girl Desecrated: Vampires, Asylums and Highlanders 1984

“It took two breaths for her vision to clear, and but one for her to realize the world was upside down, and someone—a man, judging by the thick calves before her—was standing very close to her. She was dripping wet and freezing cold. A shiver coursed through her, but the uncomfortableness was nothing compared with the pain in her head. Her blood seemed to be filling her entire face at a rapid pace. It whooshed in her ears. She tried to lift her head to see who stood in front of her, but it was useless. Her neck muscles refused to obey. The whooshing became a roar, and darkness began to eat at the corners of her vision. She struggled to form a call for help, but it was nearly impossible. Her tongue was in revolt, and sand seemed to line her throat. She swallowed and strangled out one word. “Help.”
A grunt resounded above her, followed by a brown wooden bucket being set beside her head, and then a man appearing as he crouched. Well, not any man, but Thor MacLeod, her husband. He looked as unhappy to see her as she felt to see him. A grimace turned his lips down, his dark eyebrows almost touched in a V, and his eyes, well, his eyes had been transformed to a swirling, violent sea. Crimson smeared across his right cheek in an ominous path. “Hello, wife.” The last word rolled with distaste off his tongue. That was fine with her. She didn’t care to be wed to him either.
“It seems wherever ye are trouble finds ye.”
“And yet knowing this ye are so dimwitted as to seek me out,” she snapped as a wave of dizziness overcame her. She had to squeeze her eyes shut against it, while inhaling a breath as well as she could, given she was hanging upside down. And why was that? “Why am I upside down,” she demanded, cringing at the weakness of her tone.
“One in yer position should nae have such a haughty tone,” the man shot back.
She hated that he had a point. “What, pray tell, sort of tone would it please ye for me to take, my lord? If ye’ll tell me, I’ll do my best to adopt it,” she said, trying to sound genuinely like she cared, but she could hear herself, and she knew she’d failed miserably.”
― Julie Johnstone

“She’s in yer keepin’, lad. Whate’er she’s done—whate’er she is—ye still hae a choice. Ye can take her like a brute an’ make her dread every nicht that follows… or ye can show her exactly who ye really are, a man o’ honour. Dinnae go tae her bed angry.” - Fergus”
― Kimber H. Kinkaid