Lori Cook

“Said to Mairin;
"There's little decency to good loving" Maddie said. "If 'tis decent, it isn't much fun"!”
― Maya Banks, In Bed with a Highlander

“His gaze narrowed and she could see his
hands twitching again like he’d love nothing more than to throttle her. She was beginning to think it was an affliction of his. Did he go around wanting to choke the life out of everyone or was she special in that regard?
“I’m afraid ’tis an urge that is entirely original to you,” the laird barked.
She clamped her mouth shut and closed
her eyes. Mother Serenity had vowed one day Mairin would regret her propensity to blurt out her least little thought. Today just might be that day.”
― Maya Banks, In Bed with a Highlander

“What are the two of you whispering
about?” Alaric demanded irritably.
She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion.
“If I wanted you to know, I’d have spoken louder,” she said calmly.
He turned away muttering what she was
sure were more blasphemies about annoying
females.
“You must make the priest weary with the
length of your confessions,” she said.
He raised one eyebrow. “Who says I confess anything?”
― Maya Banks, In Bed with a Highlander

“I love you,” he said fiercely. “ ’Tis not true that I kept a part of my heart locked away from you. You own all of it, lass. You’ve always owned it. I didn’t give it to you. You took it from the very start.”
― Maya Banks, Never Love a Highlander