188 Quotes by Julie Garwood

It's the wife's duty, isn't it, to be submissive to her husband?" Christina asked."It is," Lyon answered. His hands moved to the fastenings on her dress. "Oh, yes, it definitely is.""Then I shall be submissive, Lyon," Christina announced. "When it suits me.

It was a damned awkward undertaking, trying to think of loving words, and he had absolutely no experience in this area, but he was still determined not to muck it up. Even with his men watching, he wanted the words to be right, his declaration to be one she would always remember. The moment needed to be perfect for her. "Judith," he began."Yes, Iain?""I'm keeping you.

The fabric looked delicate enough to shred with a good sneeze.

I am not a poor child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne announced, letting her anger sound in her voice."Duncan won't marry you. He won't sign the contracts. He'd have to give up his greatest treasure in order to marry you.""And what be that treasure?" Lady Eleanor inquired, her voice mild."Why, I'm Duncan's greatest treasure. He'd be a fool to give me up," she added. "And even you must know that Duncan is anything but a fool.

Every man has a weakness!” he patiently explained. “I'll find theirs, I promise you.” “Every man?”“Yes,” he answered emphatically. ...“What is your weakness, Brodick?” she asked. “You.

Every man has a weakness," he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you.""Every man?""Yes," he answered emphatically.His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes."What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked."You.

It's a sin to hate, and for that reason alone, we must not hate the Normans... We can, however, thoroughly dislike them, Alice.

Still, they were two thorns from the same thistle. Their tactics in terrorizing innocent ladies were identical. Their behavior was downright sinful, but what made it even worse was the fact that neither warrior seemed to realize the effect he had on others.

One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent