Never Seduce a Scot (The Montgomerys and Armstrongs, #1)

by Maya Banks

She loved the sound and the feel of his voice. It made her long to be able to hear, so she could do nothing but listen to him speak. He had to have the most wonderful voice in the world. Why else would it feel so delicious in her ears?

The word—the one word—that she was able to articulate billowed from her chest and squeezed out her throat with all the force she could muster. “O-O-OUT!!”

YES GIRL!!!!!

“I quite like you, husband.”

“Wrap your legs around me. Hold me close, Eveline.” It came out a hoarse plea that he knew she wouldn’t pick up on. He sounded desperate, not at all like the solitary warrior he’d been for so long. In that moment he was glad she couldn’t hear, because he didn’t like the vulnerability in his own voice.

Oddly, though, as soon as Eveline began to scrub at the large pots used for cooking, the other women disappeared from the kitchen.

this is sooooo painful. eveline girl get out of that kitchen!!!!

He started to take her hand, but she slipped it away, reaching for her goblet as if she hadn’t noticed his gesture.

loving this

It was hard to be happy in a place where no one wanted her, no matter the effort she put into changing that fact.

He wanted to be inside her so deeply that they could never be separated, so that when they were apart, she would remember this moment when they were inseparable. When they were one.

She turned to her father who was standing a few feet away, his arm around her mother. “He loves me!” Her father’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Aye, I think the whole of Scotland now knows it, lass. Do you not have anything to say back to the lad?”