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“Love when lost left pain that could kill a man.”
― Julie Johnstone, When A Laird Loves A Lady

“Ye dunnae ken a thing about how I feel for her,” he ground out. “Listen carefully to me, Fiona. Even if I had never married Marion, I would nae have married ye. I did nae wish to marry again at all, until her. Now, go fetch yer sister and get her to help ye pack. John MacDonald has asked to marry ye, and I’m going to let him.”
― Julie Johnstone, When a Laird Loves a Lady

“Marion!” Iain roared, reason fleeing him as he charged into the icy black water. Before he could dive under, hands grabbed onto him and tugged him back.”
― Julie Johnstone, When a Laird Loves a Lady

“I want ye,” Lachlan choked out, surprised at his words and the desperate sound of his own voice. He did not look at Bridgette as he spoke but kept his gaze down to the ground as a war between honor and desire raged within him. “I want ye more than I want air to breathe.”
― Julie Johnstone, Wicked Highland Wishes

“order”
― Julie Johnstone, The Dangerous Duke of Dinnisfree

“She knew too well the heartbreak of wanting love from someone who was not capable of giving it.”
― Julie Johnstone, When A Laird Loves A Lady

“Guinevere’s lips started to tingle in expectation, and her heart beat at a dizzying, knee-weakening rate. She had to set her hands to his muscular shoulders so as not to drop into an embarrassing puddle of desire.
“Is that an invitation?” he asked, sounding every bit as devilish as he looked. If ever a man could lead a woman to be improper, it was him.
She couldn’t speak, her thoughts spun so quickly, but her fingers curled in silent entreaty, and the sensation in her lips moved slowly down to the pit of her stomach. She was going to expire if he didn’t kiss her.”
― Julie Johnstone, Lady Guinevere and the Rogue with a Brogue

“He knew that whether he vanquished his enemy or not, whether he and Constantine got another chance at a future together or not, he would love her completely forever. She was the beat of his heart, the first image of his morning, the last of his night, the driving force behind everything he did.”
― Julie Johnstone, Lady Constantine and the Sins of Lord Kilgore

“before he raced off to the church to stop”
― Julie Johnstone, Lady Constantine and the Sins of Lord Kilgore

“I’ll never again know a love that makes me feel as if I shall burst.”
― Julie Johnstone, Lady Constantine and the Sins of Lord Kilgore

“It took two breaths for her vision to clear, and but one for her to realize the world was upside down, and someone—a man, judging by the thick calves before her—was standing very close to her. She was dripping wet and freezing cold. A shiver coursed through her, but the uncomfortableness was nothing compared with the pain in her head. Her blood seemed to be filling her entire face at a rapid pace. It whooshed in her ears. She tried to lift her head to see who stood in front of her, but it was useless. Her neck muscles refused to obey. The whooshing became a roar, and darkness began to eat at the corners of her vision. She struggled to form a call for help, but it was nearly impossible. Her tongue was in revolt, and sand seemed to line her throat. She swallowed and strangled out one word. “Help.”
A grunt resounded above her, followed by a brown wooden bucket being set beside her head, and then a man appearing as he crouched. Well, not any man, but Thor MacLeod, her husband. He looked as unhappy to see her as she felt to see him. A grimace turned his lips down, his dark eyebrows almost touched in a V, and his eyes, well, his eyes had been transformed to a swirling, violent sea. Crimson smeared across his right cheek in an ominous path. “Hello, wife.” The last word rolled with distaste off his tongue. That was fine with her. She didn’t care to be wed to him either.
“It seems wherever ye are trouble finds ye.”
“And yet knowing this ye are so dimwitted as to seek me out,” she snapped as a wave of dizziness overcame her. She had to squeeze her eyes shut against it, while inhaling a breath as well as she could, given she was hanging upside down. And why was that? “Why am I upside down,” she demanded, cringing at the weakness of her tone.
“One in yer position should nae have such a haughty tone,” the man shot back.
She hated that he had a point. “What, pray tell, sort of tone would it please ye for me to take, my lord? If ye’ll tell me, I’ll do my best to adopt it,” she said, trying to sound genuinely like she cared, but she could hear herself, and she knew she’d failed miserably.”
― Julie Johnstone

“The”
― Julie Johnstone, The Dangerous Duke of Dinnisfree

“you were to be my first, and hopefully only, client.” She cast her gaze down then and shook her”
― Julie Johnstone, The Dangerous Duke of Dinnisfree

“down her cheeks, despite her best effort to”
― Julie Johnstone, After Forever

“threats.”
― Julie Johnstone, Conspiring with a Rogue (A Whisper Of Scandal

“He told me he intended to kill me.” Shock filled the raw, low sentence. Brus didn’t interrupt, sensing she needed him to listen and not respond. “I…I got away because I had a flash of memory—” Her words halted then, and her searching gaze delved into his. “Ye taught me how to defend myself.” It wasn’t a question, but he nodded.
“Why?”
“I could nae stand the thought of ye ever being helpless,” he said, answering honestly.”
― Julie Johnstone, Highland Reckoning

“Her lips twitched”
― Julie Johnstone, Wicked Highland Wishes

“Lass, from this day forward, ye are bone of my bone, blood of my blood. I give ye my body that we may be one. I give ye my spirit till my life be done.”
― Julie Johnstone, Lady Guinevere and the Rogue with a Brogue

“Yes. I’d like you to stay with me every second of every day.”
― Julie Johnstone, Lady Constantine and the Sins of Lord Kilgore

“him to pay attention to some chit, and he refused on the grounds the girl”
― Julie Johnstone, Bargaining With a Rake