Rogue on the Rollaway Quotes

“His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. “…my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,” Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. “These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,” he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not, am I?”
The inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen’s face. “No, you’re not, but I guess I can see how they’d think that,” she muttered darkly. “What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the
gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Faolan stretched out on the blanket, propping his head on one elbow thoughtfully. “Eire is fine enough, I suppose,” he began, “but if I could have one wish, I’d show ye my Highlands. I’d take ye to the tops of the mountains and show ye where the golden eagles nest. I want ye to see
the sun rise and set over the moors. I want to make love to ye in the heather with the warm sun beating down on us.” His eyes widened as an idea occurred to him. “We could sail out to one of the far islands and have it all to ourselves, like Adam and Eve in our very own Eden. I’d take ye walking on the beach in the moonlight, and I wouldna have to share ye with anyone but the selkies.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’d teach ye to ride and hunt and fish, mo ruadh, and bank the fires to keep ye warm through the cold winter months.” With a blissful sigh, he pulled her tight against him and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “‘Twould be heaven for sure,”
he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice when his lips brushed her ear, “pizza or no.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“I’m not holding out a whole lot of hope for you,” she snapped. “And quit calling me that. I liked it when I thought you loved me, but I’m not particularly fond of your endearments right now. Or you, for that matter.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“I’m going to make the coffee, and then we’re going to have the personal space talk.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. “I guess I should say thank you for saving my life,” she muttered then turned and slapped Faolán hard across the face. “And that’s for you having to save it in the first place. And I’m not your woman, you big, arrogant, lying, betraying…faery loving…” She searched for the perfect insult and couldn’t find one, “…Scot.” She gave a very unladylike snort. “Happy now? That fiery enough for you?”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that.” Faolán exhaled. “Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing, and I confess I’m jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cat’s.”
“I wasn’t creeping anywhere, I was going to make coffee and this is my house, I’ll creep anywhere I like,” Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. “But I wasn’t creeping.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“You turn the lights on and off here and if you can’t sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room…” her voice broke off. “Wait. Can you read?”
His chin took a slight tilt upward. “Aye,” Faolán replied, his voice cool, “in English, Gaelic, Latin, or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty, and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a lady’s ears. I can also count all the way up to…” He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes, “…twenty.”
– Faolán MacIntyre”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Here’s a secret for ye, mo chridhe,” Maggie smiled, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, “nothing ever dies. The gift stays the same, no matter the wrapping.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Sweet bleedin’ Jesus,” Faolan exploded, snatching up the shirt and yanking it back down over her head in one fluid movement. “Do ye think to display yerself for every man on the
beach? Ye doona allow me to look and I’m bloody livin’ with ye.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway