Quotes from Karen Hawkins

Nonsense. One day, the right man will come along, and you'll change your mind." Harriet wasn't so sure. In all her twenty-four years, she'd never met a single man who had managed to make her feel anything more than acute irritation.

You don't really believe in nothing, do you? I believe in possibilities...

Then you must also spend the night. We are miles from an inn, and I can promise you that the sheets are fresh and clean. And the beds are lumpier than those at any posting house.

The Days can spin yarns that seem so real that if one of them told you a tale about a blizzard, you'd get frostbite even if you were standing in your kitchen on the hottest day of the year.

It near broke my heart to treat such a good piece of meat in such a way. Aye, Red said with feeling. I watched ye do it, and it near made me cry,too. Sophia laughed and hugged her father. When this is over,Mary will cook you an entire leg of mutton, perfectly roasted and seasoned. His eyes brightened. With mint sauce? Aye, Mary said, beaming.

As I reach my thirtieth year of service as a butler in a gentleman's household, I find myself looking back. Between my secret recipe for boot blacking (an indispensable tool for a butler), and a vastly superior method to remove wine stains from velvet (which some will erroneously hold to be an impossibility), I find my memories salted with some faint wisdoms, a few tested experiences, and many, many interesting stories.

You,my lord, are giving me goose bumps. Every beautiful woman deserves to be clothed in no less.

Such power, and carried with such careless grace. How that must burden him.

Pray stop your infernal whispering. You sound like a pack of nuns planning a murder.

Lord MacLean, pray have a seat. That chair is safe. And half the size of a regular seat. She dared him to be comfortable in it. He eyed the chair and shook his head. I believe I'll stand. As you wish. She smoothed her skirts, the movement of her slender hands drawing Dougal's gaze. She had the most kissable mouth and the most intriguing-and challenging-blue eues he'd ever seen.

It is surprising how many times a good feeling can be confused with a bad one. Often one is unsure which feeling it really is until much later.

Ye're playing fer the house? But ye won it just a month ago! Why,this land is worth more than yer estate near Stirling! Now that he'd toured the land and knew the true condition of the house, Dougal was tempted to agree. The deed to MacFarlane House was worth far more than he'd originally thought. Shelton shook his head. Ye're moonstruck, me lord. Moonstruck and fairy-pinched.

You will be glad to know that Mary has made something special for dinner. Something edible, I hope. Her lips twitched. Absolutely. Then it's doubly a pity that I don't want dinner this evening. The hunger that roared through him had nothing to do with food. No dinner? But Mary- Are you hungry? She gave an odd flicker of a smile. I couldn't eat anything now if my life depended on it. Her admission relaxed his taut nerves. She was as affected as he was. Good. That's how it should be.

Well, it is a good thing he died young. Most men don't have the good sense to know when to quit this earth. At least your husband didn't drag on and on like some do.

The world has no boundaries for someone who savors success and is willing to work for it.

you savor the things we seek to avoid.

To make matters worse, he added in a deep voice that made her shiver, I love turnips. It was indecent that the man could make a sentence as abhorrent as I love turnips sound like an improper proposition. But Dougal MacLean managed it.

Men are, if nothing else, predictable. Fortunately for us all, women are not.

Jane?" She lifted her brows. "Yes?" "If you so much as hum one word, I shall stuff one of your gloves into your mouth." "Tsk,tsk."She assumed an exaggerated sad look."It's like that,is it?

How am I to get back to my room dressed like this? He grinned at her, his teeth flashing whitely in the dim light from the fire. You'll leave a trail of water. Which the servants will report to your sister.

Some women -- the good ones -- are like a breath of fresh air, amusing and different and invigorating. The trouble is that it is damnably difficult to capture air and hold it for any length of time.

Women prefer to draw blood using words. It can cause just as much havoc, but it doesn't stain the carpet.

When the sun shines o'er the loch and sparkles on the water like diamond drops, ye know one thing: somewhere there's a MacLean who is smilin'.

Margaret," she told me time and again, "you may be anything you wish, so long as you're never boring.