Clearly you were never meant to be a harem girl at all,” he said lightly, running his thumb over the tattoo on her left arm. “You were meant to be a sea captain.

You might want to hold tight to the arms of the chair.” That was the last warning he offered before he bent his head…

You have not known very many men.""I have no wish to know any others. I love this one.

I would be anyone if only I could be with you.

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

There is not a man alive who would not want you.

... not within my memory.""All 300 years of it?"That comment earned her a frown."My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I should not tease you about being so old.""Nay, feel free."His slow smile flashed in the moonlight."I would be happy to prove to you that I possess all the prowess and stamina of a man of 30. Mayhap I should demonstrate.

Ciara, there are certain things a man does not ask of a lady.""You are not asking.""Aye.

I've tried to deny it even to myself...My heart and soul are filled with you.