foolish men say things in anger that they later regret and an angry tongue does not mean one is guilty.
Julie GarwoodShe couldn't believe what she did then. Before she could stop herself, she leaned up on tiptoes, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips brushed over his for the barest of seconds, but it was still a kiss, and when she came to her senses and dared to pull away and look at him, he had the most curious expression on his face.
Brodick knew she regretted her sponatenity, but as he stared into her brilliant green eyes, he also knew, with a certainty that shook him to the core, that his life had just been irrevocably changed by this mere slip of a woman.
Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.
Julie GarwoodBut she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.
Julie GarwoodWhat did you say to the messanger mi'lady? Do you remember the exact words of your last proposal?"
"I probably said, "Will you marry me?"
Connor smiled. He pulled her toward him, lowered his head and kissed her just long enough to stun her.
He lifted his head then, looked into her eyes, and finally spoke to her.
"Yes Brenna. I will marry you.
I know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work.
One way or another, I'm going to make you care about me. Yes, I am, unless your cold attitude kills me first.
It's only fair, Connor. If I'm going to be miserable, by God, so are you.
I am not a common wench and I will not be treated like one.
Mots clés love historical-romance realization falling-in-love you-and-me-babe
Remorse has no place in a warrior's mind... A war is like a game of chess, Nicholaa. Every battle is like a well-thought-out move on the board. Once it begins, there shouldn't be any emotion involved whatsoever.
Julie GarwoodMots clés battle
It's a sin to hate, and for that reason alone, we must not hate the Normans... We can, however, thoroughly dislike them, Alice.
Julie GarwoodMots clés dislike
He shrugged. "I was...thinking."
"About what?"
"The fires of purgatory."
She had to sit down. He wasn't making any sense now. "What does that mean?" she asked.
"Patrick told me he would walk through the fires of purgatory if he had to in order to please his wife."
She went over to the bed and sat down on the side. "And?" she prodded when he didn't continue.
He stripped out of his clothing and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down to her.
"And I have only just realized I would do the same for you.
Mots clés love the-secret lain-maitland
I'm wearing clothes in my thoughts and dreams though. What am I wearing in yours?" she asked.
"Me."
Conversation between Mary Rose and Harrison in Julie Garwood's FOR THE ROSES
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