#highland

Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I am not wasting one more moment arguing with you." "I promise not to mock you when you change your mind, lass. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #change

His kiss was brutal, punishing, for making him feel like this. He was desperate. Out of control. Never had he experienced this kind of irrational urgency. He needed her. Like a starving man needed food. Like a dying man needed salvation. Now. Before everything went to hell. Before she could change her mind. ↗

— Monica McCarty

#monica-mccarty #patrick #change

I pronounce ye married, laird and lady. No’ ’til death will ye part. And now, Toran,” he added with a wink, “ye may kiss the bride. ↗

— Willa Blair

#highland-romance #historical-romance #romance #scottish-romance #death

Finally, Dageus finished, and she heard Gwen and Chloe say simultaneously, breathlessly, "Oh, my God." Gabby opened her eyes. Drustan had risen to his feet and was scowling, an expression mirrored by his twin. Both were glaring at Adam--whom they obviously could now see. Then at their wives, then back at Adam. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#chloe #dageus #drustan #gabby #gwen

Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You. Dageus -In a letter ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #life

The smile, the look, tugged at Eleanor's heart. Even in the fleeting glance, she'd seen great love in Ian's eyes, his determination to finish this letter and send it to Beth so she could enjoy decoding it. A way to tell her sweet nothings that no one else could understand. Private thoughts, shared between husband and wife. ↗

— Jennifer Ashley

#love

You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #love

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#highland #leaves-of-grass #nature #poetry #song

The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me. ↗

— Juliette Miller

#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #art

When did having a life become an event you had to schedule? ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#ginger #highlander #jessi #karen-marie-moning #life