Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.
It was a chaste kiss, but as her lips brushed his warm cheek, her eyes met his. They were deep and dark, warm with passion and longing. And somehow she knew, without question, what he thought. What he...
With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.
He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him,...
Innocent and virtuous, she represented the exact type of female he avoided... God, she was a taking thing, even for an avaricious reformer.
When she returned, he would take great delight in showing her how much he loved the morning, when the air held a tang of freshness and the early light dispelled all shadows.
Lady Jersey to Mrs.Cowper,as the two watched dancers waltz at Almack's.
As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansionrose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality andcraftsmans...
Old Woman Nora of Loch LomondTo her three wee Grandaughters one cold night.
Men are, if nothing else, predictable. Fortunately for us all, women are not.
Love doesna always mean burning flashes o' passion. Sometimes, it's jus' the warmth o' yer hearts as they beat yer day together. ~Old Woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's nigh...
You don't have to say a thing except yes. You don't have to do anything, either, I'm quite willing to plan it all. You?Yes me.You'd plan all of it? Even the wedding?Why not?You don't even like to plan...
Every time they lost their tempers, storms would gather.That could be a boon in dry weather.
Kitchen,
No woman worth her salt would listen to a proposal without the word ‘love’ in it.
Sophia had been hard pressed not to laugh when MacLean had tripped over one of the floorboards she and Angus had pried loose. Better yet, MacLean had ripped his lace-edged sleeve on a broken nail in t...
I'll see you when you're done with your interrogation.I am not going to interrogate anyone!Jack grinned. Of course not.You're just going to ask questions. He cast a glance at Perkins. Lady Kincaid wil...
Stop looking as if you'd like to toss me from the window. Give me a hug, and go on to your dinner guest.
One good thing that comes from living the nomadic life demanded by an expedition is that one sheds the fake skin donned from living too closely among society. For those of us who live for the freedom...
It's funny how many little things you get used to - attached to, even - and never realize until you travel abroad and those things are not available.