Quotes by Marguerite Kaye

He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to her. What were you planning to do with that, comb me to death?

So you wish me to forget that you are a sheikh and a prince and a crown prince and soon to be King? That is a lot to forget.

It is terrifyingly beautiful, Julia said softly. Terrifying? Nature at its most beautiful and most lethal. It is like standing on the edge of one of those lakes in Switzerland, so blue and so calm and so deep and so dangerous. You have the overwhelming urge to plunge in, even though you know the cold will kill you. This desert - your desert - it makes me want to walk into it and keep walking. You probably think Im being ridiculously fanciful. I would not have put it in those words, but they are exactly how I feel about Qaryma. Terrifyingly beautiful.

There is an old saying, that in the desert a camel is more useful than a kingdom, he said ruefully, but as a location for lovemaking, it leaves a lot to be desired.

She was riding a camel, in the most beautiful desert, in the kingdom belonging to this most beautiful man. A man who thought she had the most delightful rear. A man who wanted to kiss her every bit as much as she wanted to kiss him. I know that I will regret saying this, but at this moment in time, I think I could manage anything.

There is nothing more effective in igniting a mans desire than a womans passion. To see the fire in your eyes, to feel the fire in your blood as you touch me, it sets me on fire too. Do you imagine I would prefer to kiss a woman who responds only with -- with compliance? No, I would not. No red-blooded man would. Never apologize for passion. Restraint, Julia, has no place in lovemaking.

She laced her arms around his neck. Are you hungry, Azhar? His smile made her blood fizz. Ravenous, Julia. Then please, abandon any attempt at controlling your appetite for me, she whispered into his ear, Because I too am starving.

Was your magic carpet out of commission?

I thought I had to be alone to be free. But I am only ever truly myself when I am with you, Azhar. I know, that is such an -- an extravagant thing to say, but it is true. I have to realize that freedom means having the ability to choose. To choose to share your life, to choose to love unconditionally. The two are inseparable. There is no freedom without love and there is no love without freedom.

A man who is born to be hanged can never be drowned.

Do you miss wearing your kilt? she asked. In London, it caused more bother than it was worth. Ladies either found it indecent or intriguing. A fair few found it to be both. I was never quite sure whether it was indecently intriguing or intriguingly indecent!

I kissed you, Finlay said roughly. for the very simple reason that you are irresistible. I think that is what is known as serendipity, Isabella replied, for its the very same reason I kissed you back. Serendipity, Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. Ive always wondered what it tasted like. Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it. No, he said decidedly. It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable.

Vintage kisses, Finlay said. If only they could be bottled, you would have an elixir beyond price.

Those were the kind of kisses to keep a man awake at night, wanting more. Now, shall we drink this excellent wine and get on with the rest of the tour?

The Jock Upstart, is what Wellington calls - called me. A man who does not know his allotted place in the scheme of things.

I must confess, your gown does not do justice as your trousers did to your delightful derriere. Colour flamed in her face. She ought to be outraged, but Isabella was briefly, shockingly inclined to laugh. A gentleman does not remark on a ladys derriere. I seem to recall telling you when last we met that I am not a gentleman, senorita. And now I come to think of it, I recall also that you took umbrage at being called a lady.

It was because he wanted to kiss her so much that he stopped himself, bent over her hand, clicking his heels together, then let her go. Adios, Isabella. Good luck. Please be careful. Stay safe. Goodbye, Finlay. May God protect you and keep you from harm.

What the hell do you think you are doing, creeping about in the night in womans clothing? I could just as easily have killed you? The sheer audacity of her remark rendered him speechless for a moment, and then Finlay laughed. This, senorita, is a kilt, not a skirt, and you did not for a moment come close to killing me, though I dont doubt that youd have tried if Id given you half a chance.

There were times when he felt as if he were being literally torn in two. Times when he raged at the injustice of what was happening to him, times when he was overwhelmed with guilt. There was no right and wrong anymore, which had been one of clear-cut lines for so long, was now so blurred that he was careening around like a compass struggling to find true north.

Celeste. Jack grinned. How every appropriate. An angel sent from heaven to relieve my boredom.An artist sent from France to paint your brothers estate, she retorted.Touché. In that case we should get down to business.