265 Quotes by Melanie Dickerson

Jorgen reached out to her and, moving as if in a dream, she placed her hand in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed her knuckles. She had been kissed on the hand numerous times before and never felt a thing. So why did his lips on her skin send a tingle through her, across her shoulders and down her back?

Gabe prayed for the strength not to strangle his future father-in-law for the fiftieth time.

When he’d seen the hurt on her face and her torn dress, then found out what Rupert had said to her, it almost ripped out his heart.

Or as Gabe had done, to rescue your betrothed from some evil force. That appealed to him. But he’d yet to find a damsel in distress, oppressed by evil and in need of rescue.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt anyone understood her. For the first time in her life, she wanted someone to know her.

She wanted to hit him. Perhaps she would.

When anyone but God tells me I can or cannot, should or should not do something, I get a distinct desire to rebel.

O God, don’t let them hurt Lord le Wyse. Help me, God. I have to save him. Why? the voice in her head asked. Why do you have to save him? The voice answered itself. Because you love him. I do! O God, I do love him. She’d loved him for a long time, and she suddenly wanted to tell him so, more than anything. But first she had to get to him before anyone else – before it was too late.

She shouldn’t long for his kiss. She did not know what the future held for her. But she did long for it. Her heart ached with longing.