Hers to Choose Quotes

“She lay there, destroyed, quiet aftershocks shuddering through her. Silence settled into the room.
“Mind letting go of my hair, Sophi?” His muffled voice vibrated against her pubic bone.
“Oh!” She released her fists still violently clenched in his hair. He raised his head, laughter gleaming in his eyes.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Choose

“Eric could not recall a moment when frustration had consumed him so thoroughly. He stared unseeing at the far wall, trying to stop the caustic rise of bile in his throat. Dammit-all. The Haarb invade again in unknown numbers. I swore on my honor to protect a woman who thwarts my attempts at every turn. Three-quarters of my men lie dead. My head is fit to explode and I sit here too weak to stand, wearing a gods-be-damned dress. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! His empty bowl flew across the width of the cave, smashing into little bits against the far wall. Amused feminine eyes tracked the bowl’s flight and returned to him. “You seem to be regaining your strength. I’ll be back later to look at your dressings.” Sophi rose, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Very fetching robe, Commander. I don’t know many men who could pull off that look.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Choose

“Biron paused, scanned the picture before him then covered his lower face with his hand, pretending to rub his jaw. Eric slanted a sardonic glance up at his captain. “Yes. I asked for my clothing and was given this…” he picked at the loose-fitting garment draping his large frame, “…dress. Mistress Layna informed me that it would not ‘chafe at my wounds like trousers would’.” He shrugged. “As ridiculous as I look, she is right.” Biron’s face assumed a serious mien. “I particularly like the beading and embroidery work around the neckline, sir. A perfect complement to your eyes and hair. The burning question is can we survive the sight of your glowing white calves and bony ankles?” Laughing”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Choose