Mia Marlowe Quotes

I'll be glad for your company," Will said as he draped her cloak over her shoulders and handed her the new muff. "But bundle up. Sounds colder than a banshee's tits out."
"And since when do ye know about any other tits but mine?" she asked tartly.

He moved to stand behind her, put his arms around her, and pulled her close to his chest. "I just want to be alone with the girl I love."
"Oh, Will." She ought to pull away from him. If she didn't it would only make things harder on both of them, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She sank back into his embrace, soaking up his warmth and the strength of his bond.
"That's more like it." He kissed her neck just the way she liked for him to. A little pleasure-sprite danced over her skin.

Oh, Isabella, what's wrong with me? I believe I'm actually jealous of . . . of myself!" "Then

The delights of a thousand dreams await within,
Yet I stand rooted outside your window,
Trembling like a tamarind in the breeze.
Unable to move,
Unable to breathe,
Hoping for one flutter of your curtain.
~from Silk Dreams

If I had ten sons and didna have ye, I'd be a pauper. Ye're all I have and all I need. Ye are my home.

Do ye suppose that's why God gave Eve to Adam ---to let him know what he needed before he even knew he needed it?

Love me, Kat.
The words repeated in his brain like a song he was unable to find the end of.
I've loved ye since I dipped your braid in that wax. Dinna fret about making a child. Let me be enough for ye. Ye're enough for me.

I could kiss ye, lass," Will said with a wink.
"Promises, promises.

Sanjay, we've never talked about your domestic relationships, but you're a married man, aren't you?" Quinn asked over his shoulder, trying to sound nonchalant though his gut was jumping.

"Oh, yes, sahib. I have six wives and eight concubines."

Perhaps Sanjay wasn't the right one to give him the counsel he sought...

As Laird of Badenoch, Will is a man of property and power. He needs an heir." She shook her head sadly. "I canna give him one."
"Ye've only been wed a few years. Give it time." A wistful smile lifted Margaret's lips, "Enjoy the making of a child. When all ye can hear in the night is one or another of your bairns crying, ye'll be wishing for the days when the only reason ye lost sleep was trying to give your man his heir.

Ye're my wife, Katherine. Ye promised before God to obey me. If I want to sleep with ye, I damned well will.