Quotes from Jennifer Ashley

Antoine was one hundred and ten percent certain that this was a very bad idea. Very very bad. Unfortunately, the raging hard-on in his boxers was telling him that he was in the mood for something very very bad

As Fellows stood still, unwilling to reach for this little bundle he might drop, Alec's face scrunched into a fierce scowl. Then he opened his mouth, and roared. Fellows had heard plenty of children cry in hunger, in fear, or in want of simple attention. Alec's bellowing possessed the strength of his Highland ancestors, calling out for blood.

I loved and adored you, but I drained you like a thirsty man at a spring. I loved what you could give me - your admiration, your acceptance, your love, your forgiveness. I forgot to love you for yourself.

We don't fit in, you and me," he said. "We're both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together." He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other's. "We fit.

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.

I do not think of him as Lord Ian Mackenzie, aristocratic brother of a duke and well beyond my reach; not as the Mad Mackenzie, an eccentric people stare at and whisper about. To me, he is simply Ian.

Stay with me." "We're married," she whispered. "Of course I'll stay." "You could decide to leave me." "I won't." "Promise me." "I have promised. I do promise.

Because when I look at you, I forget everything. I lose all track of what I'm saying or doing. I can see only your eyes.

Everything matters.Everything you do touches someone in some way, even though you might not understand that.

Mac, I want you to go back to the house and make sure the ladies don't get the idea to go searching as well. I told Eleanor not to, but you know the Mackenzie females." Mac scowled."Hell, Hart, can't you find something easier for me to do? Go up against an army of assassins in my underwear, maybe?

Illegitimate children can be left money, but they can't inherit the peerage." "You wouldn't want it," Cameron put in. "More trouble than it's worth. And for God's sake, don't murder Hart or I'm next.

Explain to me what loving feels like, Beth. I want to understand.

My Beth," he whispered, his breath hot on her swollen lips. "Thank you." "For what?" Beth couldn't stop crying, but she smiled, her face aching with it. "Setting me free.

Hart caressed the letters of baby Graham's name. "Mac likes to say, We're Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie… he broke me.

For God's sake!" Hart sprang to his feet. Everyone at the table stopped and stared at him, including Ian. "Do I have to be made a mockery of in my own house?" Mac leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. "Would you prefer we made a mockery of you in the street? In Hyde Park, maybe? In the middle of Pall Mall? The card room in your club?" "Mac, shut it!

Love I want you for my mate because you have eyes the color of smoke. Because you are wicked sexy, because you're fearless and have a smart-ass mouth, and because you kiss like fire. Why wouldn't I want a woman like you around me the rest of my life?

He looked like a man who'd invite you to rest your head on his shoulder while he made everything bad go away.

You know women when they get talking. They don't stop for anything but unconsciousness.

The house swallowed them. Dylan put his hands on Kim's and Liam's shoulders. "The Goddess bless you both." He kissed Kim's forehead. "Thank you Kim." He smiled and walked away. Liam watched him, his heart full. "Is he thanking me for getting pregnant?" Kim asked. "It wasn't difficult, with all the sex we kept having. You did as much as I did.

This was too absurd, and at the same time dismayingly tempting.

He pulled her close. "Your being with me makes it stop. It's like the Ming bowls - when I touch them and feel them, everything stops. You are the same. That is why I brought you here, to keep you with me, where you can please make...everything...stop.

Never around when you needed them, heroes.

The count said in careful English, "That was perhaps not, as you English say, very sporting." "Games are played to win," Cameron said. "And we're Scottish.

I'm not a bloodhound, your lordships." "Woof, woof," Cameron said, giving Fellows an evil grin. "Good dog.