Medieval Romance Quotes

Quotes tagged as "medieval-romance" (showing 1-30 of 53)
Angela Quarles
“She straightened and crossed her arms. “I can’t sleep with you,” she blurted.
… “As you please.”
“As you please?” She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She’d braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. “You aren’t going to try to talk me into it?”
“I need not talk women into lying with me.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Angela Quarles
“Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Aubrey Wynne
“Even bastards have pride, my lord.”
Aubrey Wynne, Rolf's Quest

Angela Quarles
“This was raw. This was primal. This was real.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Angela Quarles
“You will be the death of me, woman.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Angela Quarles
“He grinned: he’d turned in time to witness her delicate white shoulders dip below the water’s surface. Thankfully, she quickly completed her morning’s ablutions and made a shooing motion with her hands. Back turned again, he waited for her to dress, all the while telling his privy counselor to cease its repeated suggestions.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Kris Kennedy
“It was a kiss that slowed down as it went, a great, long adoring kiss, Tadhg slanting his mouth first to one side, then the other, drowning her in the unyielding, unstoppable claiming of his kiss.”
Kris Kennedy, King's Warrior

Kris Kennedy
“This is the last time we run, lass, I swear it,” he vowed hoarsely, grabbing her hand. “But this time, we have to run like hell.” - Tadhg to his Maggie”
Kris Kennedy, King's Warrior

Cecelia Mecca
“She was not only a female, but a damned beautiful one.A gentleman would have turned away the moment he realized what was happening."

~Alex Kerr”
Cecelia Mecca

Angela Quarles
“Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way.”
She nodded, shuffled closer, and leaned back against him. Her unique womanly scent washed over him, and he fortified his resolve, though having her so close on a bed of furs fired his blood. She dragged her fur up, and he draped his extra across, tucking it in around her shoulders and arms.
“I do not fancy having one of them lying next to you. Besides, I wish not for your pinkie to wander.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Mark Noce
“I never was the type of noblewoman to stay by the hearth while the men rode into battle anyway. As my father always used to say with the shake of his head, the blood of the Old Tribes runs strong in me.”
Mark Noce, Dark Winds Rising

Nicole Locke
“I’m not a saviour,” he said.
She, of all people knew no one was and that she didn’t deserve one.
“I’m not asking you to be.”
Nicole Locke, The Knight's Scarred Maiden

Kris Kennedy
“I see who you are. You see only who you fear you might become.” - Maggie to Tadhg”
Kris Kennedy, King's Warrior

Angela Quarles
“Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Ava Sinclair
“What was once your crown will now be your collar, and you will wear it until you learn what it is to submit.”
Ava Sinclair, Conquering the Queen

Angela Quarles
“She needed a distraction. “Was that your mother?”
The splashing stopped. “Are you going to converse while I bathe?”
“Why not?”
“Feels rather unseemly.”
She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. “We’re supposed to be married, right?”
“You have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now.”
“I think you’re evading me.”
“Mayhap. Is it working?”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Angela Quarles
“She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. “You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer.”
He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She’d take it.
“May I indeed?” He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. “If I must.” His warm sigh tickled across her neck. “After all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander.”
Would Robert never let her forget that?”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Angela Quarles
“She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. “How can you be so calm?”
He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. “Come with me.”
“For what?”
“That’s part of the lesson.” Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? “Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now.”
That made no sense—what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes.
“Listen to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that’s all you can do, all you can be.” His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Mark Noce
“A sudden yearning to hold Artagan close overtakes me, to smell the scent of his skin and run my hands through his tousled black hair. He will soon ride into peril again as he has many times before. No matter how often he rides away, I never get used to it.”
Mark Noce, Dark Winds Rising

Mark Noce
“Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my husband and my boy. I will not let harm come to either of them.”
Mark Noce, Dark Winds Rising

Angela Quarles
“He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he’d seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn’t quite name.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Mark Noce
“My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.”
Mark Noce, Dark Winds Rising

Mark Noce
“Hot-blooded men make war. It’s up to cool-headed queens like us to make the peace.”
Mark Noce, Dark Winds Rising

Mark Noce
“I’m all alone against the darkness. Dark winds rising against me.”
Mark Noce, Dark Winds Rising

Angela Quarles
“Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture.
Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn’t interested. Did she want him to do that?
What was she doing?
She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed.
A jolt shot through her as his finger made a query, and the need clarified. The need represented her desire for some measure of control. Control over her general situation. Control over her attraction. She answered with a gentle finger stroke along his calloused, warm skin.
A sharp breath pierced the dark air.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Angela Quarles
“His warm breath, smelling of clean spice, stroked her cheek and ear. A thrilling shiver coursed over her, the wound on her arm only a minor sting. Then his lips—those full, sensuous lips—grazed her jaw and the soft spot behind her ear, the hairs of his beard brushing her sensitive skin. Her shivers locked her muscles tight. A bolt of tantalizing heat shot down her center.
He leveraged closer, all that warrior brawn pressing hard against her side, linen rasping over skin, an exquisite feeling.
Yes. This.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Lina J. Potter
“These people don’t even realize how tied down they are by thinking of themselves as either lords or peasants.”
Lina J. Potter, The Clearing

Lina J. Potter
“She was not the type of woman to keep a lover. A man would have to work hard day and night to even gain her notice. She was intelligent, strong, interesting, and even a little bit mysterious.”
Lina J. Potter, Palace Intrigue

Lina J. Potter
“My lady, your mercy in this matter is beyond what I can understand. Adulteresses must be chased from their villages.”
Lina J. Potter, Palace Intrigue

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss
“-Eres muy sabia para tus pocos años, criatura -afirmó- Sin embargo, quisiera darte un consejo. Deja al lobo aúlle a la luna; la luna no vendrá hacia él. Deja que merodee por los bosques tenebrosos; no encontrara allí lo que busca. Solo cuando admita que tiene necesidad de amor, encontrará la verdadera felicidad. Hasta entonces, se leal y amable con el. Si sientes algún afecto por él, dale lo que negamos su madre y yo. Consuelalo amorosamente cuando sufra. Pon en torno a su cuello una cadena de fidelidad y él se volverá manso y dócil.”
Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, The Wolf and the Dove

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