Kimberly

“What would you have me do, Darach?” He regarded her with fierce intensity. “Come away with me.” She angrily shook her head. “How can you suggest that? You are asking me to choose between you and my father.” “Aye,” he replied. Growing angrier still, she turned away and strode to the opposite side of the room. “Maybe it’s easier for you. Your father is already dead and you have no family of your own, except for Logan. You abandoned your clan years ago, but I am not built like that. I am loyal to those I love.” “Do not insult me, lass. I am loyal, too,” he said, his footfalls slow across the floor as he approached. “And you would be my family. I would be loyal to you.”
― Julianne MacLean, Return of the Highlander

“I vow to be loyal to ye while ye’re my wife. I vow to protect ye as though ye’re of my blood and bone. I vow to care for ye as a man should for his wife. And I vow to always come for ye if ye need me.”
― Mariah Stone, Highlander's Captive

“You would find it easier to hate me.” “Aye, but I’m not sure that will be possible, because if I think you’re dreaming about me or wanting me, I will keep coming back for you. I will return, again and again, over and over, until the day I draw my last breath.”
― Julianne MacLean, Return of the Highlander

“As if I would ever discuss that with anyone, least of all you!” As she writhed and began to crawl from his lap, he held her in place easily. “Before you charge away in righteous indignation,” he said, “you might want to refasten your bodice.” “My—” Glancing down at her front, Kathleen saw to her horror that the first few buttons of her dress and the top two hooks of her corset had been undone. She went scarlet. “Oh, how could you?” A flare of amusement lit his eyes. “You weren’t breathing well. I thought you needed oxygen more than modesty.” After watching her frantic efforts to rehook the corset, he asked politely, “May I help?” “No. Although I’m certain you’re quite accomplished at ‘helping’ ladies with their undergarments.” “They’re hardly ever ladies.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake