Meg Amberley Quotes

“She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of moon glow, her eyes the soft, silvery blue of a mist-shrouded lake. Dusted pink as new blush roses, the color of her lips and cheeks gleamed against the creamy whiteness of her skin.
For a second he wondered if she was a phantom brought on by too much drink, her ethereal beauty more in keeping with a faerie story than reality.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Tempted by His Kiss

“Here, this is for you," the girl said, holding out one of the pages on which she'd been drawing.
"Oh, I... well, thank you." Meg reached out and took the sketch between her fingers.
Gazing down, her eyes widened. Instead of the typical childish scribble she'd expected, she discovered two well-rendered figures. The style was a bit loose, and still immature with a tendency to distort the proportions. Even so, it was refined enough enough to have captured remarkably accurate likenesses of her and Cade seated side by side on the sofa. Esme might be only be nine years of age, but already she was an exceptional artist, better than many adults would ever hope to be.
"This is... extraordinary," Meg said.
"It's you and Cade," the girl offered, clutching a small fist against her yellow wool skirt. "Do you like it?"
"I most certainly do. How could I not? You've drawn Cade and me so perfectly. It's beautiful."
The girl's oval features came alive with a pleased smile. "Good night, Miss Amberley. I'm glad you're going to be my sister."
At a sudden loss for what she knew would never be, Meg settled on the only honest reply she could offer.
"Sweet dreams, Esme.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Tempted by His Kiss

“He supposed there were worse things than marriage, although right now he couldn't seem to think of any. 'Cade looks happy enough,' Jack reasoned, as his attention returned to the ceremony. 'Why wouldn't he though, when he is marrying an angel?'
His brother's bride, Meg, certainly looked the part, dressed all in white, with her blond hair swept upward in soft waves beneath her lace veil, her lake blue eyes aglow with unconcealed joy. Her love for Cade was clear, as was her gentle sweetness and caring ways. 'Cade is a fortunate man,' he thought. 'I should be half so lucky.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced by His Touch