Daphne

“Wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, Christina paced in the guard tower above the main gate of Roxburgh Castle. For two days she had maintained her vigil. …
Awhile later, a guard entered with an armload of fuel. “Twill be dawn in a couple of hours, m’lady. Ye really ought to try to sleep.”
“Nay, not when I could see my son any moment.”
“They could be another day, mayhap two.” He placed a square of peat onto the coals.
She held her hands out to the warmth. “What are two days out of three and ten years?”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas

“When their lips finally met, all the pent up emotion within Christina’s breast surged, funneling into a whirlwind of heat. Pushing away all thoughts, she allowed herself only to feel. Lachlan could be so physical, so powerful, so brutal, but when he wrapped his arms around her, Christina felt invincible. Be it true or nay, she felt loved, and cherished, and valued. Reaching up, she slid her fingers through his locks. Soft waves of thick tresses contrasted with hardened male….
As his kiss eased, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand. “I wish I could hold you in my arms forever.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas

“I know who I am, I remember who I was, I dream of who I will be.”
― Marie Drake

“Before Christina could stop herself, her gaze dipped lower. Holy saints, the outline of his manhood stretched the cloth taut. She’d never seen a man so well endowed. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her hand against her forehead and tried not to swoon while she forced herself to snap her gaze to his face. “They’re braies, not box-ers.” She bent down, picked up his blue ones and held them up. “Ye ken?”
“Right, bra-ie-s,” he said as if it were a new word for him. “How do you keep them up?”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas