Joann Williams

“I can’t,” she cried, feeling her knees melt. His lips left her with a wet, wicked sound. “Ye will,” he breathed against her most intimate flesh. “I’m going to fall,” she warned weakly, her hips undulating toward his mouth with mortifying wantonness. “Fall apart in my arms, lass,” he soothed, his hands caressing around to fill his palms with the flesh of her backside, making a cradle of her hips. “I’ll not let ye go.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“He was no hero. These were just things he did, sweeping up small crimes while he chased nightmares through the night.

Back when he'd attempted to sleep, he'd been tortured by them. Eventually, those nightmares had seeped into the daylight, following him from the dark until they filled every corner of every room. Shades and specters. The ghosts of those he'd killed, of those who'd endeavored to kill him. Of the souls he'd failed to save and the monsters who'd escaped justice.

For decades they'd haunted him, tormented him endlessly each time he dared close his eyes. Until he'd done something about it.

He became the thing from which nightmares ran.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, A Dark and Stormy Knight

“She’s been mistreated and she knows I’m a violent man. She’s terrified of me…” “And yet?” Mary prompted. “She yelled at me,” he said incredulously. “It’s been decades since anyone dared … she told me I couldna issue her orders, and that she was a woman with free and independent will. She called me an overbearing brute.” “Oh, Lord.” She hid a laughing smile behind her fan. “What did ye say to that?” “I kissed her. And she kissed me back.” “Marry her, Liam,” she ordered, snapping the lace fan closed. “As soon as you can. Tomorrow if possible.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“My arms ache to hold you,” he said. “No’ just for a little while. For a long time.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise