Paula Quinn Quotes

I like kissing you," he whispered roughly, dipping his forehead against hers. "I like kissing you, too," Sam breathed. I am mad with desire for you. He told her silently. But there's more to it. I want to make you happy. I find that I'm not happy unless you are. What does it mean? She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it.

And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life.

He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast.

Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me.

Her slender shoulders slumped making Marcus want to go to her and vow he'd never hurt her the way he could as a Drakkon.

Sam looked up at the ceiling. Are you bathing up there, Marcus? I am. Would you care to join me? She could almost see the smirk on his face when she told him to shut up.

Woman, I've crushed more Campbells than ye'll ever know, and Ill go to my grave with a Campbell's heart clutched within my fingers."

"Will that heart be mine, my laird?"

"It might.

Marcus?" he asked a moment later, while Marcus lowered them to the ground. "Do you like Sam?" "Aye, I do," Marcus told him. "I love her." "But Tabitha said one of the Whites told her you don't love anything." "Well." Marcus kissed the top of his head. "The White was wrong.

If I had known how good cooked meat tastes, I would have breathed my fire on all those pigs before I ate them.

Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.

My little innocent has some fire in her after all. His velvety voice licked her spine. Fire, and a decadently enchanting sway to her hips. Sam blushed to her roots and stumbled into the stables trying to still the "sway to her hips." She would ignore him and hope he would go away like a bad dream. She didn't need this in her life.

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?" He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. "You think I don't want you." He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat..."But I do.

...it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero.

Kate speaking to Callum in LAIRD OF THE MIST

Margaret quirked her lips, looking much like the imp their mother used to call her. "What flower would ye pick for Katherine Campbell?"
Callum snorted. "I wouldna pick flowers."
"Ye let her take a bite out of ye." Maggie looked up at him, then cut him off when he opened his mouth to speak. "Ye fancy her. What flower would ye pick for her?"
"Tulips," he mumbled, ignoring her knowing smirk.

You think I am afraid to love you, ma fee? Look at me, my only love, and see how you hold my heart in your hands, see how much I love you when you look into my eyes.

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her?

The eyes she had wondered about turned out to be the most startling shade of blue-green she had even seen in her life. Ringed by raven lashes and a dark foreboding brow, they pierced her very soul.