Western Historical Romance Quotes

Men fight like men. Women fight like unchained demons. ~ Heather Blanton

Life is for the living," her late husband had said more than once. "Laugh while you can. ~ Debra Holland

Maybe, now and then, we have to give up a portion of our kingdoms--the things we hold dearest--to find what it is God wants for us. ~ Heather Blanton

I'll try to turn the other cheek....But I've only got two and they're both stinging. ~ Heather Blanton

Lily studied the rock garden. On a long, low hill that sloped to the stream, someone had set stones into the side and planted wildflowers in the pockets of dirt above them. They made her think of opera boxes filled with ladies in colorful gowns. Tyler's mother must have loved cool tones. Lily admired the blues, purples and pinks of the different flowers... ~ Debra Holland

It's been much harder to forgive myself. My mistake was like a pebble dropped in a pond. The ripple effect has impacted everyone I love. ~ Heather Blanton

eyes running over me like the work of a hundred biting ants ~ Ann Howard Creel

It's not fair that our dogs don't have longer lives. When I get to heaven, I intend to scold God for that. ~ Debra Holland

Could he really want a relationship with a woman who was at the point in life of trading beauty for wisdom? ~ Heather Blanton

Her thoughts drifted to Tyler Dunn... to the feeling of being held in his arms. Wistfulness curled through her heart and she wished for the freedom to enjoy the attention of a man... to indulge in a lady-like flirtation... to fall in love. Although the wishes weren't new, for the first time, she had someone to weave the fantasy around. She could easily paint a romantic dream of living here with Tyler. But, Lily knew that dreaming about such a life would only make it harder to live with her reality. Yet, she couldn't help imagining him in the pool like this, naked as a newborn babe, yet all man. ~ Debra Holland

I'm more interested in lookin' forward than back. The past is done and there's no changin' it. ~ Heather Blanton

never held a book before and reverently turned the pages, looking at the incomprehensible print and wishing she could understand the meaning of the words.
Henri drifted close to peer over her arm. "What's that?"
"A book. There be stories in here. ~ Debra Holland

My outlook has changed, Antonia. Last year this time, I'd bemoaned the ruined hay." He shrugged. "Now I know what real loss is. So I'm seeing things differently. ~ Debra Holland

We can best honor our dead by livin' well. Moving' forward dusna mean y love them any less. It just means ye're still alive. ~ Heather Blanton

The guilt passes?"
Jonah nodded, his eyes grave. "Mostly." He took off his hat and ran a hand through his shoulder-length blond hair. "Hard to be grieving one wife and yet developing love for another." He put his hat back on. "Confusing as all get-out."
Erik let out a slow breath, relieved to be understood. "Yes."
"You can treasure the memory of one and love the reality of the other. ~ Debra Holland

Damn right, cowboy. ~ Leslea Tash

She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. "How can I bring you pleasure? ~ Amy Jarecki

Paul was focused on Ann, alone. "Would
you like to dance?"
The dreaded question. Not because the person
asking was dreadful. Quite the contrary. She
wasn't immune to his charms, but Ann liked to
feel competent and in control. Dancing was not
going to make her feel that way. ~ Dawn Klinge

There is not a man alive who would not want you. ~ Shelly Thacker

Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her. ~ Shelly Thacker

There's much more to black history than pain and hard times, and romance authors, more than anyone else, know it. A writer friend told me that's what he thinks some people outside of the culture don't get about blackness: the sheer joy of it, especially given so many are only fixated on the struggle. Black romance thrives on complexity and nuance, on black solidarity and achievement, on the triumph of everyday life lived well, in spite of the odds.
-Black Romance Novels Matter Too. Shondaland 2/22/20 ~ Carole V. Bell

Bram stared into a pair of wide, dark eyes. Eyes that reflected a surprising glimmer of intelligence. This might be the rare female a man could reason with.
"Now, then," he said. "We can do this the easy way, or we can make things difficult."
With a soft snort, she turned her head. It was as if he'd ceased to exist.
Bram shifted his weight to his good leg, feeling the stab to his pride. He was a lieutenant colonel in the British army, and at over six feet tall, he was said to cut an imposing figure. Typically, a pointed glance from his quarter would quell the slightest hint of disobedience. He was not accustomed to being ignored.
"Listen sharp, now." He gave her ear a rough tweak and sank his voice to a low threat. "If you know what's good for you, you'll do as I say."
Though she spoke not a word, her reply was clear: You can kiss my great wolly arse.
Confounded sheep. ~ Tessa Dare

Anyone who knew the recipe of the alchemists could make gold, but only the artisans of Murano could make glass so fine, one could nearly touch one's fingers together on either side; cristallo without an imperfection or blemish, clear as the sky, with a sparkle to rival that of diamonds. ~ Ruth Nestvold

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio ~ Nancy B. Brewer

She was an ocean, and he was just a sinking man lost in her waves. ~ Giselle Beaumont

I would have asked you to let down your hair" turning to regard her with a grin, his teeth a slash of white in his blackened face.
"But it is not quite long enough anymore. ~ Shelly Thacker

What takes more courage. To live ... or to die? ~ Anne Rouen

Grief is like an ocean. It comes in waves - some waves are bigger than others and you cannot prepare for it. ~ Summer Lane

I'll marry you," Tom told her. "Any time. Any terms."

West gently nudged Cassandra toward the door. "Go, darling, while I talk with the insane man. ~ Lisa Kleypas

Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore? ~ Amy Jarecki

You have a spine of steel and fire in your eyes, Rosalie. To have such a quality, one must be shaken to the foundation of one's soul and put back together. I want to know how you emerged from hell made of steel and fire. ~ Moriah Densley

He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to her. "What were you planning to do with that, comb me to death? ~ Marguerite Kaye

I would feel much better about this whole affair if you would slap me and get it over with. I know you want to. ~ Moriah Densley

Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. ~ P.J. Parker

I'm fine. I'm not even all that hungry. I'd much rather explore the book shop."
"Food first, books after," he said sternly, not liking the dark shadows of fatigue beneath her eyes. Who knew when she'd last slept? "And then we should rest early. ~ Brooklyn Ann

A gentleman can't let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed."
"But you are not a gentleman," she pointed out. "You are the greatest scoundrel in all the land."
He tilted his head to consider that. "All right. You take the chair. ~ Christina Brooke

She dragged the soft cloth up and up, the fabric tickling along his sensitized skin. He trembled. Never had he been so responsive to a woman's slightest touch. ~ Angela Quarles

Kieran unfolded the letter and scanned the scrawled message....
'Beware an English assassin.'
He knew exactly what this meant. ~ Madeline Martin

I actually worked in the general market for many years writing steamy historical romance, and I had more freedom in the Christian market than I ever did in the general market to write about any issue that I needed to write about. ~ Francine Rivers

Her blonde tresses now lay unbound and flowing in comely waves down her back, like pale serpents against the blue sea of her costume. ~ Andrea Zuvich

I particularly recommend," [Dain] went on, his eyes upon the female, "that you resist the temptation to count if you are contemplating a gift for your chère amie. Women deal in a higher mathematical realm than men, especially when it comes to gifts."


"That, Bertie, is a consequence of the feminine brain having reached a more advanced state of development," said the female without looking up. "She recognizes that the selection of a gift requires the balancing of a profoundly complicated moral, psychological, aesthetic, and sentimental equation. I should not recommend that a mere male attempt to involve himself in the delicate process of balancing it, especially by the primitive method of counting. ~ Loretta Chase

I love you enough to keep you from dying with me... ~ Dane de Falaise ~ Gayle Mullen Pace

There is nothing more effective in igniting a man's desire than a woman's passion. To see the fire in your eyes, to feel the fire in your blood as you touch me, it sets me on fire too. Do you imagine I would prefer to kiss a woman who responds only with -- with compliance? No, I would not. No red-blooded man would. Never apologize for passion. Restraint, Julia, has no place in lovemaking. ~ Marguerite Kaye

Helena had been standing by her window looking out to sea, breathing in the fresh air and admiring the picturesque scene of a small ship sailing into the harbor.
She had not been able to think of anything other than Mikolas for days.
From LONGING the 3rd chapter of TRUE LOVE ~ Destin Bays

What if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself, what's the weirdest most eccentric historical phenomenon of them all? Answer:the Great British Empire. Clearly, one tiny little island could only conquer half the known world with supernatural aid. Those absurd Victorian manners and ridiculous fashions were obviously dictated by vampires. And, without a doubt, the British army regimental system functions on werewolf pack dynamics. ~ Gail Carriger

A warrior becomes experienced by being defeated; a scholar by making mistakes. Defeat and mistakes we have left in the past, he said. ~ Elaine Marolakos Edelson

I shall love you and give myself up for you, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up"- then Alex looked into Eliza's shining eyes and added a twist of his own-"and I shall serve you with tenderness and respect, and encourage you to develop the gifts that God has given you. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go. ~ R.L. Stoll

Good night, my lord. The words were pronounced in her most withering tone.
By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left. ~ Christina Brooke

As she reached back for the buckle, her fingers met Mr. Meisner's. She jumped. "I can do this ... Sir."
"Ah." He brushed aside her fingers. "I see you've at least remembered the sir."
"One always calls gentlemen that, just as you
"
With only a rustle of cloth to warn her, his teeth met in the lobe of her ear, sending a spark into her middle. Like the melt of winter snow, she felt heat pool in her lower body. Her fingers curled against her collarbone where her hands still rested either side of her neck.
"I'm not a gentleman, Faith. ~ Cari Silverwood

Children worked in the mills: I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust. ~ Nancy B. Brewer

I may be dead inside, but I'm more than alive enough for you." He gripped her chin and covered her mouth with his. ~ Erica Ridley

With unsteady hands, Phillip yanked on the mare's bridle straps while trying to loosen one of the stubborn buckles. She snorted at his rough handling.
Totka appeared beside him. "Let me."
Phillip gratefully released the task, an unexpected sense of brotherhood filling him. If anyone knew the heartache of separation, it was the man whose deft brown hands readied Phillip's mount for the long road ahead.
Totka's own road had been lengthy. And yet, after two years, he somehow managed to continue to place one foot in front of the other. His breath still entered and left his body in the same monotonous pattern. How? When already several times over the half-day since Grayson had ridden out with Milly, Phillip had wondered if his chest might explode with the effort of expanding and contracting without her. ~ April W. Gardner

I should never have expected loyalty from a Douglas," he spat out. He turned his back on her and went to the window. ~ Margaret Mallory

Sleep well in my arms tonight, love, but know that we must come to an understanding of sorts--for I be a full-blooded male as this fire in my loins doth remind me--and unfortunately, not the saint ye so obviously would have me! ~ Virginia Aird

For with all that is grand, grander is the expansion of the mind. ~ Nancy B. Brewer

He took her hand in both of his, feeling the warmth of it and the strength of her fine, long fingers. He was rather loath to let go and be escorted out. ~ Karen A. Wyle

Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. "Rugged land for a rugged man. ~ Amy Jarecki

Blessed desire gripped her nether parts as her passion inflamed. Helen shamelessly rocked her hips from side to side. "My, you have turned me into a wanton woman."
"And that's a bad thing?" His voice grew deeper with each word. ~ Amy Jarecki

So you wish me to forget that you are a sheikh and a prince and a crown prince and soon to be King? That is a lot to forget. ~ Marguerite Kaye

I brought you something. It's my sister's coat. It
gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime. ~ Nancy B. Brewer

No Mr. West, it was not a choice
New children's chapter book disputes the notion that 400 years of slavery was a result of "mental imprisonment"

Cleveland, OH, - .In the words of the great Stan Lee, "With great power, comes great responsibility." When icons make erroneous statements, often they do so with out recognizing the long reaching effects their thoughtless statements may have. When Kanye West made his very controversial statements regarding slavery, describing it as a choice, an entire generation of young minds were watching and absorbing as inaccurate picture of history was painted for them and presented as fact. Author Michelle Person, former teacher, elementary school principal, and founder of Just Like Me Books (JLM) could not stand by and allow that fallacy to linger unchecked. Committed to promoting a love of reading and increasing literacy rates among high risk readers through an interactive platform that prominently features characters of color, JLM's newest release Leaders of the Revolution tells the story of Toussaint L'Ouverture and the first successful slave uprising in the western world.

The third book in the Nathaniel English series, aimed at children ages 6-11, follows 5th grade Nathaniel as he searches for solutions to his present day problems by learning about important historical figures of the past. Thanks to his mother's extensive at home library, Nathaniel is exposed to information that his teachers don't share, helpin ~ Michelle Person

She didn't know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she'd ever loved. ~ Janell Rhiannon

For whom do you cry, my son?" the Great Spirit asked.
"I do not know."
"Yes, you do. ~ P.J. Parker

He pulled her into his arms. Closing his eyes, he savored every inch of her small frame. God, why did she have to be the daughter of the Governor of Fort William? Why could she not be a simple lass from his clan. "Och, mo leannan, what am I to do with you?"
She took in a stilted gasp. "Love me. ~ Amy Jarecki