[Iain, addressing the Rangers at the end of the French
Pamela ClareMots clés war soldiers historical-romance
Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."
He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.
Mots clés historical-romance scotsman
A hint of fire in his eyes, he glanced up at her. "If that displeases you, lass, I can leave you here for the next savior who comes along.
Pamela ClareMots clés historical-romance scotsman
He was, she realised, quite graceful. The very idea surprised her. Male grace was a quality she'd never thought of beyond the ballroom; either a man could dance a quadrille with skill and without stepping on her feet or he could not. But here was another kind of grace altogether--and untrained grace, an instinctive animal grace.
Pamela ClareMots clés historical-romance scotsman
Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi' me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live.
Pamela ClareMots clés historical-romance scotsman
He didn't see the look his brothers shared or overhear the vow they made to one another--that if any one of the four of them were to make it back from Ticonderoga, it would be Iain.
Pamela ClareMots clés brothers historical-romance
You think to judge me, MacKinnon? I've littered the ground wi' the corpses of men like you."
Iain raised his blade and smiled. "You've never met a man like me.
Mots clés historical-romance fight-to-the-death scotsmen
It wilna end wi' me, Campbell. Slay me, and you'll face my brothers and after them my Muhheconneok kin. You cannae possibly kill us all.
Pamela ClareMots clés historical-romance fight-to-the-death
She told him ... how her heart had fairly skipped a beat when she'd seen him standing in the middle of the road dressed as a true Highland warrior.
"If I hadna been in love wi' you already, I'd have fallen in love wi' you then."
He grinned, his whiskery face unbearably bonnie even with its cuts and bruises. "So you like the sight of me in a pladdie, aye?"
"Aye--and wi' braids in your hair." She leaned down and kissed him. "But I think red paint looks silly.
Mots clés historical-romance scotsman
There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover,’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.
Lisa KleypasMots clés historical-romance romantic-suspense romance-love
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