22 Quotes by Margaret Mallory

Had her ordeal addled her mind? She was on a horse with a wild Highlander going God knew where with men even he did not trust and yet she found it thrilling!

No one lacked imagination like the English. Yet he could not dismiss the notion that this lass dressed in breeches could be the seer his grandmother foretold. Finding an English lass lying on a Scottish hillside so many miles from the border was strange enough to have a touch of magic about it.

He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass; one night when he could sit and talk with her by the fire without another soul in sight; one night when when he did not need to pretend he did not want her.

I knew how you liked long tales," he said, giving her a wink. "There's sure to be plenty of those.""In Gaelic," she said."All the better for learning it.

I may not survive," Roderick said, resting his hand on the small of her back,"if I wait any longer to kiss you.

Twas a shame a man who looked like that ever had to wear a shirt.

Hmm?” She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him, then her cheerful expression faded. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” he asked, though he knew damned well what she meant. “Like ye think I’d be willing to have my wedding night lying in the dirt,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “If ye believe that, you’re quite mistaken.” “So we’re only debating where, and not whether, to have a wedding night?” he asked.

If ye have needs to see to, do it quickly.” “You’re a stubborn man,” she said. “Tis a good quality in a man,” he muttered under his breath as he picked up the saddle.

I can’t meet your family like this,” she said, spreading the filthy skirt of her gown. “I look like a tavern wench – one ye had your way with in the bushes all the way home.” Rory titled his head back and laughed. “Well, I can’t say I don’t wish the last part was true, but ye look fine.