She ... grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through. "Ye harness your udders?" The man was insufferable. "For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.

Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

Nothing could stir Eva's passion like a tall, muscular Scotsman disrobing. Lordy, she could watch him stand before her in the nude for hours.

Why does sin feel so good if it is a terrible thing?

The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside as if he were a helpless lad. If she'd come at him with a dagger, he might have let her stab him in the heart.

His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. "Tis boidhche --beautiful.

He pressed his lips to Akira’s ear. “Hold on, lass, for hell has just made chase.

Wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, Christina paced in the guard tower above the main gate of Roxburgh Castle. For two days she had maintained her vigil. …Awhile later, a guard entered with an armload of fuel. “Twill be dawn in a couple of hours, m’lady. Ye really ought to try to sleep.”“Nay, not when I could see my son any moment.”“They could be another day, mayhap two.” He placed a square of peat onto the coals.She held her hands out to the warmth. “What are two days out of three and ten years?

She must continue to live life one day at a time. Neither the past nor the future existed for Eva. She clenched her fist around her reins, drilling in the words she must never forget: 'there can only be the now.