Tag: historical-romance, scotsman

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music.”He drew her closer. “Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.

Though his countenance was solemn, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Major MacKinnon, won’t you join us?””But, my lord, he is clad in outlawed rebel attire. The Dress Act expressly forbids–“”I am not blind, Colonel, and I am familiar with our laws.”Sarah fought back a smile.Colonel Haviland lowered his voice, leaned toward Uncle William. “He was invited to pay respects to your niece, my lord, and he has the gall to–“”I _am_ payin’ my respects to the lass!” Connor’s deep voice filled the room, cutting Colonel Haviland off altogether.

A hint of fire in his eyes, he glanced up at her. “If that displeases you, lass, I can leave you here for the next savior who comes along.

I’ve bled for you. I’ve killed for you. I’ve held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I’d give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin’ you to trust me.

Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi’ me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live.

She told him … how her heart had fairly skipped a beat when she’d seen him standing in the middle of the road dressed as a true Highland warrior.”If I hadna been in love wi’ you already, I’d have fallen in love wi’ you then.”He grinned, his whiskery face unbearably bonnie even with its cuts and bruises. “So you like the sight of me in a pladdie, aye?””Aye–and wi’ braids in your hair.” She leaned down and kissed him. “But I think red paint looks silly.

He was, she realised, quite graceful. The very idea surprised her. Male grace was a quality she’d never thought of beyond the ballroom; either a man could dance a quadrille with skill and without stepping on her feet or he could not. But here was another kind of grace altogether–and untrained grace, an instinctive animal grace.