Kinley Macgregor Quotes

“Henry's face went red in anger as he blustered at her audacity. It wasn't often anyone got the better of him, and Sin knew no woman had ever flummoxed him before. Not even Eleanor.

"You are willing to declare war for him ?" Henry asked indignantly.

She didn't hesitate with her response. "I am. Are you?"

Sin closed his eyes as he heard the most precious words of his life. She who believed in nothing but peace was willing to fight for him. He could die happily knowing that.

Still, he couldn't let her do this. Henry would not rest until he buried her and her clan. A king's reputation was all he had, and if Henry lost face…

"Callie," Sin said, waiting until her gaze met his. "Thank you, but you can't do this. You can't start a war over me. I'm not worth the cost."

"You are worth everything to me.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Born in Sin

“Pausing in front of her, her mother brushed the hair back from her face and smiled sweetly at her before she kissed her brow. "You've changed much, my little treasure."

A stinging wave of grief consumed her as she heard her mother's blessed voice again. Tears welled in her eyes. "I've missed you, Mama."

-Seren and her mother, in a dream.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Sword of Darkness

“Draven stood below the gate disrobing. Slowly, and piece by piece, he removed his sword, his surcoat, his mail armor, and then his padded aketon until there was nothing left but the wealth of tawny skin gleaming in the sunlight.

Stark naked, he walked toward the gate.

Emily bit back her tears as she understood. "You asked me for proof of his feelings, Majesty. You now have it!”
― Kinley MacGregor, Master of Desire

“Lorelei sat at the window of her drawing room, painting in the fading daylight. It was yet another portrait of Jack, her favorite piece of fruit.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Master of Seduction

“Serenity barely heard the last of his words as he made his way out of the cabin. Instead, her attention was on the quick, clean strokes of Morgan’s writing. It amazed her that a pirate would be literate. Especially one sold so young to the sea.

She broke the seal.


I feel like a weed in the midst of Winter. ’Tis the sunshine of your smile that will bring back the Spring of my days. We arrive in four days. I hope you will grace me again with your presence.

Yours,
Morgan

She traced the flowing letters with the tip of her finger and couldn’t suppress a smile. A poetic pirate no less. Who would have thought?”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Pirate of Her Own

“She broke the seal to find the flowing, masculine script that had come to mean the world to her.

Courage, my love. I need you to possess the same fire that led you from Scotland to Normandy that first day when we met. Whatever the day brings, know that I will always love you. You carry with you, my heart, my soul, my very being. Be strong for me, Kenna.

Ever your knight,
S

Postscriptum
S doesn't stand for Stryder.

She laughed at that, even though her eyes were filled with tears.

-Simon in a letter to Kenna”
― Kinley MacGregor, Where's My Hero?

“When he’d started out, he’d expected to find his brother. What he’d never thought to find was the treasure that slept beside him now.

Would you trade this to have Kieran back?

It was a choice he was grateful he didn’t have to make. But in the end, he knew the truth.

Catarina was his life. He would sacrifice anything for her.

Anyone.”
― Kinley MacGregor, The Warrior

“I love you, Lochlan,” she said, hating the fact that her voice broke as she spoke the words. “I will always love you and you alone.”
― Kinley MacGregor, The Warrior

“Kerrigan?" she choked, cupping his face in both of her hands. "Come back to me."

Suddenly, he drew a deep breath before he opened his eyes to look up at her. Instead of their normal black hue, they were a bright, crystal blue—the same color they had been when he was human.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Sword of Darkness

“Kerrigan?" she tried again.

"Aye, Lady Mouse. I am here."

Relieved, she smiled at the sound of his voice in her head. During the day, he was oft silent. But at night…at night he would speak softly to her and tell her of his travels through time as he eluded those who were after him.

"Where are you today, my lord?"

"I'm in Venice, during a carnival. It's beautiful here. There are minstrels and acrobats all around. Plenty of places to hide from Morgen and her spies."

"You are safe?"

"Aye, Lady Mouse. I am always safe. But I've no wish to talk about me. How are you doing?"

"I miss you."

She swore she could feel his pain as well as her own.

"I miss you as well and I think of you constantly."

-Kerrigan and Seren communicating though their thoughts as they were apart.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Sword of Darkness

“Ewan had shown her ways for a man to take a woman that she wouldn't have thought possible. But never once had he hurt her.

Nay, her bear was ever tender.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Taming the Scotsman

“Adara, cease!"

She froze at the sound of a voice she hadn't expected to hear. For a moment she thought she might be dreaming, until she blinked to look up into the most handsome face she'd ever known. She stared at the same blue eyes that made the tenderest of love to her.

Christian.

Her grip went lax and the candlestick in her hand fell to the floor. He was alive!

She threw herself into his arms and held him close as giddy tears replaced her grief-induced ones. At least until her rage took hold again. "Damn you, you worthless, heartless son of a dog!" she snarled, pulling back to strike at his chest. "How dare you make me think you were dead! Don't you ever do such a thing to me again. "

Christian was stunned by her language and actions. "I didn't know you could hear us through the door."

She struck him again on his armor, a blow that no doubt he felt not at all, but it gave her some degree of satisfaction. "Well, think better next time."

Her untoward anger amused him. Wiping the tears from her face, he kissed her tenderly.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Return of the Warrior

“She glanced up from his lips to those dark eyes that smoldered with his fire. She remembered now what they had looked like as she'd seen him before Morgen had entered his world. "Your eyes used to be blue."

"That was a long time ago."

-Seren to Kerrigan”
― Kinley MacGregor, Sword of Darkness

“See!” she snapped at him. “You men are all brutish. You force your strength and will on us as if we matter for naught and then you wonder why we don’tlike ”—she spat the word at him—“you. Really? Is it any wonder? Why would any woman want to subject herself to the male ego? Why?”

She looked down at his body as a sudden heat came into her gaze that made him instantly nervous. “Sure, you’re a handsome beastie with kissable lips when they’re not bleeding. You’re fair in form with big, bulging—” He actually cringed in fear of the word “cock” coming out of her mouth again, but luckily she averted her thoughts as her gaze met his.

For the first time the despair left her voice. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” She ran one finger over his brow, making him instantly hard for her. “Did you know that?” Then the gloomy tone returned as she dropped her hand from his face. “Of course you do. You’re a worthless man. Just like all the others.”

“Yeah,” Blaise teased. “You’re worthless, Varian. And what on him bulges again, Merewyn?”

Varian glared at the mandrake, who merely continued to laugh at him.

“Everything. His arms, his legs, his—”

“Enough, Merewyn,” Varian said from between clenched teeth.

“Well, you do bulge. I’ve seen it.”

“We’ve all seen it,” Merrick said, his voice filled with humor, “And it’s sickening.”

Varian glared at the triplets, especially the ferret, who was laughing and rolling around his brother’s neck. “When she is over this, I’m going to kill all of you.”

Merewyn let out a long-suffering sigh. “Of course you will. That’s what men do. They destroy everything. Everything. Because you’re all worthless whoremongers.”

Varian winced at her choice of words.

“Whoremongers?” Blaise repeated with a laugh.

“Yes. You all go out with your giant lances, spearing anything you can find. Nailing your targets against trees and walls, while you gallop from field to field, bragging over your conquests, uncaring of who you’ve hurt while you quest for more glory.”

“Good gods,” Merrick said, his face horrified. “Is she speaking of what I think she is?”

“Do you mean warmongers?” Varian asked her.

“No! Whoremongers. All of you.” She looked over at the triplets.

“Especially them.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Knight of Darkness

“Varian cringed as Merewyn faced him. If he looked half as bad as he suspected, he wouldn’thave blamed her had she run for the door. “You don’t have to do this.”

She stepped into his arms. “Yes, Varian, I do.” She brushed the matted hair back from his face. “I don’t care what you look like. It’s you I love, not your looks. Your humor, your kindness, even that little snuffle snore you make when you sleep.”

“I don’t snore.”

She laughed. “Yes, you do.” And with that she pulled his lips to hers.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Knight of Darkness

“Safe by my strength. (Motto of the Clan MacNeely)”
― Kinley MacGregor, Born in Sin

“Nay," she said stubbornly. "I have just been told that the only chance I have for freedom is in your hands and by all that is holy, you will deliver me my freedom or I shall see to it that you live out the rest of your life in merciless misery."

He gaped at her. On any other man such an expression would have looked foolish, but to credit Lord Stryder, even when taken by surprise, he still managed to carry off an air of supreme authority and handsomeness. "I beg your pardon? Have you gone completely mad?"

"Not I, but rather the king you love so well. It appears he would see us marry."

"My hairy arse."

She gave him a droll stare. "That is much more information about your person, Lord Stryder, than I care to know.”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“Staring at the floor, she didn't even look up as the final contestant entered.

Not until she heard a deep, rich baritone that filled the hall with the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

Her heart pounding, she looked up to see Stryder holding his mother's lute.

Only it wasn't a love song he sang.

More like a limerick, it was a song about a woman who fancied herself a goose.

And a man who gobbled her up.

Laughter and applause rang out as soon as he strummed the last note.

Breathe, breathe.

It was the only thing Rowena could think. And even that couldn't get her to take a breath as Stryder approached her.

He smoothed her hair and straightened her feathered crown. "Methinks my goose has molted."

Rowena laughed as more tears streaked down her face.”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“You know," she said, pulling back from his neck. "I've always been wrong about something."

"And that is?"

"I thought there was nothing in the world more seductive than a troubadour singing his observations about his lady love. But I was wrong."

She trailed her fingernail down his arm, raising chills in its wake. "The most incredible seduction is when a knight who is renowned for his strength speaks from his heart. Not as a knave out to woo a woman because he can, but as a man who wants only to give of himself." Her gaze seared him as she stared into his eyes and he saw her innermost sincerity. "I love you, Stryder. I always will."

-Stryder and Rowena”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“She reached up to place her fingertips to his lips as she stared up at him with a warm, tender expression. "I wish you had come home to me so that I could have helped you."

He pulled the cloth away from her face and stared at her for a hard second. "Had I known what was waiting for me, my lady, I would have."

-Christian and Adara”
― Kinley MacGregor, Return of the Warrior

“Merewyn was a little more rational. “Perhaps we should whisper amongst ourselves and make them wonder what we speak of?”

Blaise wagged his eyebrows at her before he pulled her into his arms. “Works well for me. Put your arms around my neck, and I’ll breathe in your ear.”

Varian put the blade of his sword between them. “You can whisper from there.”

Blaise appeared appalled. “What are you? An old maid?”

“I promised her my protection.”

The mandrake shook his head. “You’re gay, aren’t you?” Varian raised the blade to rest against Blaise’s Adam’s apple. He carefully pressed it close. Not so much that it drew blood, but enough to let him know that he wasn’t amused. “Or not.”

Varian used the blade to push him away from Merewyn. His gaze met hers, and he felt the heat of his desire for her all the way through his body. At the moment, he wished he were gay. Then she wouldn’t tempt him so. “Or not. Definitely or not.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Knight of Darkness

“Varian rubbed the back of his head where his lump was growing significantly. “Not that I particularly want to defend Merrick, but those little rocks did happen to hurt. Thank the gods for armor.”

Merewyn gave him a sweet, sympathetic pout. “Poor baby.” She reached up to rub his sore spot, but honestly he’d much rather have her rub something else that was bothering him. The touch of her hand made his entire body break out into chills. Not to mention that the smell of her so close played total havoc with his hormones.

He honestly wanted to curl up beside her and start purring like a cat.

More than that, he had a vicious need to nibble her body until he was drunk on her scent. And there was a thought that made him glad he was wearing his armor again since it kept his erection hidden from the ones around him.

Stepping away from her before he actually did purr, he looked at Merrick. “What other nasty surprises do we have in store for us?”
― Kinley MacGregor, Knight of Darkness

“His eyes defiant and smoldering, Braden held his sword aimed at the MacDouglas’s throat. “To get to her, you’ll have to come through me.”

“You want to die for her?” Robby asked.

“Aye,” Braden said without hesitation. He glanced at her and for the first time she saw the love in his eyes. “I will die for her.”
― Kinley MacGregor, Claiming the Highlander

“Knave of hearts and bane to all women, be it known that you must win your tournament for me, otherwise I shall have a most difficult time explaining to my new lord my newest addition.

-A letter to Stryder, from Rowena”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“Varian, please. I didn't mean what I said.'

'Of course you didn't,' he said snidely. 'No one ever does. People always speak without thought. But it's amazing how much damage thoughtless words can wreak, isn't it?”
― Kinley MacGregor