A Noble Groom Quotes

“He wiped his thumb across the trail of her tears. “If I could, I would get the whole world for you.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“They would face many more hardships in the days to come. They wouldn’t be perfect and neither would their marriage. But they could still live happily ever after . . . together.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Her words made her pause. She couldn't have anything that was truly worthwhile without fighting for it-her farm, her family, and perhaps even love
-Annalisa”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“She felt his presence behind her even before she heard the crunch of his boots in the hay. Before she could turn, his hands slid around her waist. “My beautiful wife,” he whispered against her ear. His breath bathed her neck in warmth. His strong arms pulled her back against his torso, and his lips found the skin beneath her ear. She gasped and tilted her head, giving him access to her neck, to her very soul. “How is my littlest princess?” She smiled at his question and placed her hands over his as he made a leisurely tour over her well-rounded abdomen. “And what if it’s a prince?” “Then after he’s born, I shall have to set to work immediately procuring another princess.” Heat bloomed in her middle and fanned into her cheeks. “I missed you.” His lips descended again to her neck and made a warm trail to her collarbone. “I couldn’t live another day without you.” “Then it’s a very good thing you came home.” She loved the gentleness of his hands on her belly. “I certainly wouldn’t want you to perish on account of me.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“I meant what I said to your father. I’ll love you for the rest of my life.” His whispered declaration was like something from the pages of a fairy tale, and it melted her heart. “And I love your daughters like they’re my own.” His gaze flickered to Sophie again. “I’d be honored and privileged if you’d give me the chance to be their father. I want to marry you. Desperately. But I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your family.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Please, Annalisa, I beg you to find it within yourself to forgive me. I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your trust.” He moved his hand to her cheek and stroked his thumb along her jaw. “I’ll spend the rest of my life, if I must, trying to regain your affection.” Her heartbeat sputtered forward as if it didn’t quite know what to do. “I shouldn’t have left you yesterday. I was a coward.” His eyes caressed her face, making her stomach flutter. “God is showing me I need to stop running and stay and fight the battles that need fighting.” She wanted to lift her hand to his cheek and run her fingers along his jaw and explore the contours of his face the same way he was doing with hers. Instead she lowered her head, her shyness mingling with uncertainty. Did she dare hope he’d decided to stay in Forestville? He tipped her chin back up so she had no choice but to see the emotion and intensity in his expression. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want you forever.” Forever? What was he saying? “I love you, Annalisa.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“If they made it out of the well alive, he’d stay and fight for her no matter the cost. He wouldn’t run away again, not even if Peter put a gun to his head. He’d do whatever he had to in order to win her heart. He’d beg her to forgive him. And then he’d beg her to marry him.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Her little head rested against his undervest, and for the first time since he’d galloped at full speed out of Forestville, his heartbeat finally slowed to a steady rhythm. He lowered his head and, through the layers of wet garments, kissed Gretchen’s head. Finally Sophie’s cries came to a halt, replaced by her hungry gulps. Carl wished he could bend and press a kiss against the baby’s soft head too. He loved them. He loved them just as if they were his own flesh and blood. The revelation sent a swell of emotion through his chest so strong it threatened to engulf him. And he loved Annalisa. Desperately.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Good-bye, Sophie,” he whispered. The baby grabbed one of his fingers and lifted it to her mouth. If he let her, she would gnaw and drool on it, as she’d started doing recently. Eleanor glanced at her father for his direction. Quickly Carl bent and placed a kiss on Sophie’s head, before Eleanor could take her away from him. “Good-bye, my little princess.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Let them go and come back here!” Dirk’s voice grew harder with anger. “Or else—” “Or else what?” Carl spun around. He’d had enough of Dirk’s threats. Who did the man think he was, anyway, lording over him? Did Dirk relish the fact that for once in his life he had power over a nobleman? “What are you going to do?” he shouted. “What?” Dirk rose from the table. His glare sparked with jealousy. “Are you going to tell them the truth about who I am?” Carl said. “Is that it?” Annalisa stiffened. Peter and Uri stopped eating, their greasy fingers suspended over their plates. “Well, why don’t I save you the trouble?” Carl continued. “I’ll tell them myself.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Her compliment from the dance came back to him, about how handsome he’d looked when he held the baby. She approached and held out her arms to Sophie, who gave a squeal and began to pump her legs in excitement. “I suppose I’m looking dashing again,” he said softly, ignoring the frown Dirk had shot him. Annalisa’s smile widened. “Ja. Very dashing.” He relinquished the baby, but not before his fingers met hers, the warmth of her hand begging him to caress it, hold it, and never let go. “When she’s done eating, you must give her back to me.” He tried to make his voice playful. “I have my image to uphold.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“I don’t want to know what’s gone on between the two of you this summer,” Dirk said, lowering his voice. “I’m willing to overlook anything she did with you. But I want you to leave now and let me have the chance to gain her affection.” “And what if she wants me?” “Do you really think your father would ever approve of a woman like Annalisa? She’s not your kind.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“Carl was cuddling Sophie. He bent to place a kiss on her bonneted head. He didn’t seem to notice that he was the only man holding a baby. And he didn’t seem to care that the other men were witnessing his display of affection for the tiny baby girl. “That man will make a good father.” Frau Pastor took her piece of pie with a smile. “I don’t know why he can’t be the father to your children, dearie. It’s obvious he loves them.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“I wish you could find real love, Annalisa,” he finally said softly. “Maybe your new groom will be the kind of man who will give you the love you deserve.” “I don’t expect it. I’ve also learned that it’s not necessary, that there are more important things in surviving.” “But survival becomes much more bearable when joy and love are a part of our lives.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom

“So, I see we meet again.” He offered a smile. Although he could clearly see from her rounded abdomen that she was expecting a baby, he couldn’t keep from noticing once again that she was a lovely woman. “I have to say, we didn’t officially meet,” he continued, trying to put her at ease. “Unless of course you go by the title Frau Maple Syrup.” “I’m Frau Werner. Annalisa Werner.” “And I’m Carl Richards.” He put his arm to his waist and bowed as if he were the grand duke and she a duchess. “I’m Gretchen.” Annalisa’s daughter let go of her oma and turned to him. “Ah, I was expecting something like Raindrop.” He turned to the little girl and bowed to her. “But I like Gretchen much better. It’s a lovely name for a princess.”
― Jody Hedlund, A Noble Groom