Pamela Clare Quotes

Annie smiled. "The MacKinnon men are very protective of their women. ~ Pamela Clare

Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby. ~ Pamela Clare

[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]
My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany! ~ Pamela Clare

Aye, I can." He pressed his hand against her belly above her womb. "I love you, Bethie Stewart. Any
child you conceive of me will be born of that love. You'll be a light to our children, as you are a light to
Belle - as you are a light to me."
She looked into his eyes, saw the full force of his feelings revealed there, felt as if her heart were singing.
He loved her . Oh, how she had longed to hear those precious words! And yet ... "I dinnae know if our
love will be enough."
"It will be more than enough." Then he covered her mouth with his, and she forgot everything but him. ~ Pamela Clare

I'm half italian"
"Which half" asked Tessa
"From the waist down ~ Pamela Clare

Shocked at this rebuke, Sarah took a step backward. "But I ... I am the daughter of a marquess. I cannot marry either - "
"You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one's fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one's actions." His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. "The MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier - true warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family's wealth, your title, your virtue - they mean nothing out here. They won't fill your belly, and they won't keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival. ~ Pamela Clare

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat. ~ Pamela Clare

But I should be the one to check! It's my house, and you shouldn't have to do it just because you're the man." He cast her a withering glance that was probably lost in the darkness. "Burn a bra if you want, but don't be ridiculous!" "Reece!" "What?" "Be careful! ~ Pamela Clare

Only a Mahican would bring a comb to war." Connor rolled his eyes, then leaned in as if about to tell Amalie a great secret, lowering his voice to a whisper. "It helps them keep their feathers pretty."
-Connor about Joesph ~ Pamela Clare

I'm a pantser. I try to plot. I always try to plot. I end up with a few paragraphs that basically outline the gist of the story.But I never get much beyond that. I get too impatient to write. ~ Pamela Clare

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that. ~ Pamela Clare

I ... I've never met a man like you."
He chuckled, a broad grin on his face. "Of that, my lady, I'm certain. ~ Pamela Clare

She thought he was about to kiss her again. Instead, he slowly sank to his knees, grasped her waist, and pressed his lips to her belly. Her stretch marks. He was kissing her stretch marks. ~ Pamela Clare

You dinnae have me yet! ~ Pamela Clare

She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn't *in love* with her. He'd stamped himself forever on her
body, heart, and soul
but a year from now he probably wouldn't remember who she was. He'd rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it.
What was a woman supposed to say? "Thanks, stud"? ~ Pamela Clare

A horse's hindquarters appeared at the door, the horse backing slowly down a ramp. "Buckwheat!" Emily squealed. "You bringed my horsie! ~ Pamela Clare

This is what I love to see
different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security. ~ Pamela Clare

I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work, someone to massage your tired feet and your stiff shoulders, someone to bring you tea and cook a meal once
in a while. Someone to be there for you. ~ Pamela Clare

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me? ~ Pamela Clare

Ask for what you want. Say what's on your mind. Be honest with me, and I'll always be honest with you. ~ Pamela Clare

He'd given her all the love he could give tonight without taking her maidenhead, undressing her, carrying her to his bed, kissing away her tears, caressing her, bringing her to her peak with his hands again and again, until she lay, weak and utterly spent, in his arms. Then he'd held her through the watches of the night, wishing dawn would never come.
"Tha moran ghradh agam ort, dh'Amaliedh," he whispered. My love lies upon you, Amalie.
He lifted the rosary from around his neck and placed the wooden beads in her palm. Then he took the tartan sash from his French uniform and draped it across the pillow beside her, branding her with Clan MacKinnon's colors. Would she know what that meant? ~ Pamela Clare

We're the eighth and ninth dwarves - Gimpy and Barfy. ~ Pamela Clare

Instincts were his first line of defense. His body was his second. He trained it, kept it in fighting shape, just as he did any other weapon. ~ Pamela Clare

How do you like that, Corbray? You're upstaging yourself. ~ Pamela Clare

Awakened by the oppressive midday heat, Zach opened his eyes to see a small blue and tan lizard doing what looked like push-ups about a foot away from his face. ~ Pamela Clare

Honey, if we could cure stupid, I'd be out of a job. ~ Pamela Clare

Have you thought about retiring early?" "I've thought about it. I would lose a fair amount of my pension if I did. Besides, what would I do with myself?" "You could work for me." "Work ... as a ranch hand?" She laughed, genuinely amused by the image of herself in a cowboy hat cutting cattle that popped into her head. "I can't even walk in the snow without help." He glared at her. "You're a fantastic rider." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you truly offering me a job?" He stopped shoveling, rested on the hay fork, gave her a lopsided grin. "I would if it would keep you around." Something about that felt more romantic to her than a dozen red roses. "Jack West, you are a charming man." "Me?" He shook his head, got back to shoveling. "I think you need to look that word up in the dictionary, angel. ~ Pamela Clare

Electricity poured though him like liquid agony, setting every nerve on fire. His body arched, his muscles going into spams, a cry tearing itself from between clenched teeth.

Then Quintana stepped back, leaving Zach shaking, breathless, wanting to puke. Strangely, he found the pain easier to bear now than he had two weeks before. Perhaps it was just that he'd been through this before. Or perhaps it was the fact that his pain was buying time for the woman he loved.

Why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't he told Natalie he loved her when he'd had the chance? It would've taken only a few seconds. What the hell had he been afraid of?
And all at once it hit him- regret as deep and wide as the ocean.

Natalie.

If he died today, she would never know what she meant to him. If he died, he would never even get a shot at building a life with her, of knowing what it was like to come home every night and find someone waiting for him. Hell, he wouldn't even know whether he'd gotten her pregnant.
Then don't die, McBride.

Zach looked into the eyes of the man who was going to kill him.

I love you, Natalie. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Forgive me. ~ Pamela Clare

I've got no tolerance for a man who hurts women. Every man on this planet owes his life to a woman. I hope they catch the bastard and hang him by his nuts. ~ Pamela Clare

What's different about you? Why does it make you a pussy if you get help, but not the rest of the team? Oh, I get it. You're the Cobra. You get within striking distance of the enemy, and it's over. But if it all goes sideways and the wrong men die, you don't need help like the rest of us mere mortals. ~ Pamela Clare

You were the best time I'd ever had - until you became the worst time I've ever had. ~ Pamela Clare

This book is dedicated to all the women - and men - who know that the human desire for romance, love, and sexual passion has nothing to do with age. ~ Pamela Clare

Vic's jaw snapped shut. "You didn't tell me the men here were all so ... hot." Lexi shrugged. "It's Colorado. ~ Pamela Clare

Forget you are a man. Loose the animal you hide inside. ~ Pamela Clare

How do you feel?"
Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again."
And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for. ~ Pamela Clare

Killy arched an eyebrow in disbelief. Don't be thinkin' you can deceive this old man. I've been makin' a fool of myself over women since before you were born. ~ Pamela Clare

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 Clare

Julian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she knows how to use it. And be sure to book her on one count of falsifying information on a driver's license while you're at it."
"What?" she cried. "You're just making stuff up!"
He pulled off his shades, met her gaze, saw the outrage and disbelief in her eyes. "It says you weigh one-fifteen, but i know for a fact you're not a pound under one-twenty."
Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Oooh! ~ Pamela Clare

... No matter what happens to me, watch over her."

"You needn't ask. You ken I will--wi' my life."

"My love lies upon her."

Iain grinned. "And her's upon you. I can see it. Now go to her."

-Iain and Morgan ~ Pamela Clare

I couldn't have gotten through any of this without you. Through all of it, you've been my support, my anchor. I don't know how one man's shoulders can possibly be so strong."
...
He tilted her face up to his. "With the love I feel for you, bella, I could lift up the world. ~ Pamela Clare

Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness. ~ Pamela Clare

She glanced over at Jack again, felt a tug in her chest. "By the way, you can put your arm around my shoulders if you'd like." "I would like." Jack raised the armrest that divided their two seats, reached over, and drew her closer. She rested her head against his chest, heard the steady beating of his heart, and felt her blood warm as his fingers caressed her shoulder. She was contemplating the wisdom of turning in her seat and kissing him when his cell phone rang. ~ Pamela Clare

SWAT is already on its way. I'll be at your position in about ten minutes. SWAT should arrive in about fifteen to twenty."
[Javier:] "I'll have her by then. ~ Pamela Clare

You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one's fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one's actions." His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. "The MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier - true warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family's wealth, your title, your virtue - they mean nothing out here. They won't fill your belly, and they won't keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival. (Joseph to Lady Sarah) ~ Pamela Clare

He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. "This is an assault rifle." Then held up the handgun. "This is a semi-automatic pistol."
Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. "That is my gun. As you've discovered, it's pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn't fire bullets. ~ Pamela Clare

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 Clare

Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie! ~ Pamela Clare

Javier to Hunter: How long you and Dargangelo been married? ~ Pamela Clare

You were inside my body, but somehow 'tis my soul you touched, Iain Mackinnon. ~ Pamela Clare

I do try to plot about a chapter ahead once I get going. I have a list of upcoming scenes with little notes about them. But sometimes the story changes and I don't end up following that. ~ Pamela Clare

Before the war, a white man named Jonathan Edwards came to Stockbridge to teach my people about sin, but I doubt very much he could see sin in this. You defended yourself against a man who would otherwise have killed you and your friends. Perhaps you feel no regret because your spirit knows you did what was right. ~ Pamela Clare

I love you, Katherine James. I love you with everything I am. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Remember that.
Gabe Rossiter ~ Pamela Clare

I know from experience that I make the best decisions when I'm into the story and inspired by the story, not when I'm sitting there trying to plot. ~ Pamela Clare

I think Holly's right," Sophie said. "He likes you." "Oh, well, lucky me! I suppose if he loved me I'd be in federal prison. ~ Pamela Clare

For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her cheek with his finger. When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness. ~ Pamela Clare

Tessa touched her hand to his cheek. "You're strong, brave, protective -"
"So is a Doberman. ~ Pamela Clare

Rossiter wasn't really on leave. He'd had a catastrophic fall a few years back while saving his wife's life and had lost a leg. He ~ Pamela Clare

Her gaze met his, her green eyes glazed and filled with shadows. "I-Iain?"
Iain understood those shadows only too well. She was in shock. She had witnessed the full horror of war. Worse, she had killed a man. Like a young soldier after his first battle, she was struggling to cope. 'Twas an anguish no woman should have to bear.
His rage broke like the tide against the shore, and before he could think, he pulled her hard against him, held her, stroked her hair. "You foolish, brave woman! Why do you no' obey me?"
"What the bloody hell is he doin'?" Connor asked from somewhere behind them.
Morgan answered, "I think he's punishin' her."
"If he tries this on the men, they'll mutiny. ~ Pamela Clare

We outrank the Agency here in the homeland. If they want a dick fight, we'll give them one. ~ Pamela Clare

All those people - poor Sr. Marquez, Ana-Letitia, Sergio - they died because of me? I brought that down on them? Oh, God!"
Then she turned and fled up the stairs.
"Well, I'd say you handled that with great sensivity."
"Go to hell, Hunter!" Zach stood there, staring after her.
"Your first. ~ Pamela Clare

She'd trade places with Tessa. She'd always had a secret crush on Julian. ~ Pamela Clare

I wanted to ask you one day but the time never seemed right, but we started talking and ... Hell, I don't even have a ring ... I'm naked here, bella, just laying myself out for you, telling you how I feel. ~ Pamela Clare

I know from experience that females need a certain amount of chocolate. We have two of them in the house. I don't want them growing restless. ~ Pamela Clare

Men who hurt Women are my favorite men to kill. Touch her and I'll send you straight to hell - with a smile on my face! ~ Pamela Clare

Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter ~ Pamela Clare

Cold rage had him leaning closer, the pistol now a mere inch from his throat. "I served with them for a decade in Special Forces. You can't _begin_ to know what that means. Now they're dead and I want answers."
"Try Ask.com ~ Pamela Clare

Joseph grinned, his teeth bright white in contrast to the dark paint on his face. "Somewhere inside Wentworth's body is a man fighting to come out."
"So it seems, brother."
-Joseph and Morgan ~ Pamela Clare

If we make it out of this, I'm going to need a hug - and a night of hot sex." "It's a deal." "What's ~ Pamela Clare

Marc ducked, holstered his weapon. "You want to play? Have it your way." But then Darcangelo was behind him. "I've got this, Hunter. You go find the girl's dad. I'll handle Karate Kid here. I haven't had a good workout in weeks. ~ Pamela Clare

You might as well humor me and let the Band-Aid boys check you out. ~ Pamela Clare

I'm marrying you, not your uterus. ~ Pamela Clare

It's not so much where I want you,Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter ~ Pamela Clare

The whole world seemed to be wounded, broken, hurting. ~ Pamela Clare

He felt empty, broken, defeated. ~ Pamela Clare

She had just pulled her dress coat from it's hanger when Connor came bouncing out of her bedroom and down the hallway with something in his hand.
"Mommy, what's this jiggle stick?"
She looked up to see her son standing not two feet away from Reece with her purple jelly vibrator in his hand. And he was shaking it, making it waggle back and forth. ~ Pamela Clare

Morgan glanced over his shoulder to where Dougie walked behind him. "Dougie, you're lookin' a bit worn. Are you needin' to stop and, um, rest a bit?"
Dougie looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Rest? Are you daft?"
Morgan glared at him and gave a jerk of his head toward Amalie, who struggled on determinedly before him.
Dougie winked. "Och, aye, I am a bit weary."
In no time, word had gotten up and down the line that Amalie needed to rest but was being too stubborn to admit it. And suddenly Morgan was besieged with whispered pleas to stop, his men whining of sore feet, headaches, and aching backs.
Then Connor appeared at his side, looking fashed.
"What in God's name has come over the men? They're complainin' like old wom - ~ Pamela Clare

Have you always been this skilled with women? - Joseph to Iain ~ Pamela Clare

Oh, jeez, I'm going to come!"
His voice was rough. "Goddamn straight you are! ~ Pamela Clare

Is what happened to Chinook the reason you're in a hurry to leave - or is last night's kiss to blame?" She looked over at him, her dark brow furrowed. "Neither. I just need to get my car in for repairs before I start my new position next week." "I see." He did - right through her. "I came on too strong, didn't I?" "Maybe. No. Not at all. It's just... " She hesitated. "I enjoyed kissing you, if you must know. In fact, I enjoyed it a little too much." Back in his twenties and thirties, Jack might have thought her words were emotional nonsense, the kind of thing women said just to drive men insane. But he understood it better now - or he thought he did. "It's about this Byron guy, isn't it? And your injuries." She looked over at him, then quickly looked away again. "Something like that. I'm just not ready for a relationship yet. ~ Pamela Clare

Dressed in his black leather jacket and black leather pants, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, his face shadowed with stubble, he stepped into the room like menace come to life. ~ Pamela Clare

Hunter looked over at Darcangelo. "How'd you get here so fast?"
"I was setting up that solicitation sting down on Colfax when the call came in. What took you so long? Getting your nails buffed?"
"Hey, F*ck you. It's my day off."
"Your day off? What is that sh*t? ~ Pamela Clare

You need a man, Kara. A man you can open up to. A man whose passion for life matches yours. A man who grabs your hair in big fistfuls and twists and pulls it when he's fucking you. A man willing to walk wire for you. ~ Pamela Clare

Hey, I gotta take a piss. Want to come with me? Said no man ever. ~ Pamela Clare

[Connor, prepared to sacrifice himself to save Sarah]
God, I pray, give me the strength to live the next hour well. ~ Pamela Clare

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn't already been in love with her, that would have done it. ~ Pamela Clare

I am _not_ a woman from your village."
His eyes narrowed. "No, you are not, for if you were, you would be grateful for the better fate Connor has won for you with his blood. Rather than thinking only of yourself, you would be beside him now, tending his hurts. ~ Pamela Clare

Ian and Joseph returned at dawn, alive but battered, and the entire village welcomed them as men. One minute I was puffed up wi' pride that they had earned their warrior marks, then next all but daft wi' envy that I was still but a lad in their eyes." He chuckled at the memory. "I struck Ian ere the day was out. ~ Pamela Clare

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 Clare

Hot, a badass climber, and a firefighter. I think my panties just melted. ~ Pamela Clare

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. ~ Pamela Clare

It's going to be okay. Donny doesn't know it yet, but he just picked a fight with the wrong bunch of guys.
Julian Darcangelo ~ Pamela Clare

Forgotten about you?" He caught her chin, forced her to make eye contact, his gaze flashing anger, then slowly going gentle. "That would never happen. Never."
And Natalie got the sense that she'd hurt him. ~ Pamela Clare

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 Clare

Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!"
"They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one. ~ Pamela Clare

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead. ~ Pamela Clare

Tell me again why you have barbecues in the middle of winter, bro?"
Nate looked at him like he was an idiot. "We like steak. ~ Pamela Clare

I want you to know that I would be happy if the two of us spent the rest of our lives living in the cabin. It's not the size of the house that makes it a home. It's the love inside. Marrying you is the best decision I've ever made, Eric Hawke. ~ Pamela Clare

I love you Reece Sheridan."
He grinned. "I kinda figured. ~ Pamela Clare

I'm going to be a big sister," Emily said. "My daddy breeded my mommy, like Chinook with the mares. ~ Pamela Clare

Sophie hadn't tought an erect penis would be so big. Or so hard. Or so silky.
I thought it would be like a hot-dog. ~ Pamela Clare