A Highlander's Passion Quotes

“I told Bryce if he left without me, I'd turn his pecker into a snail." She arched an eyebrow at Ronan. "Do you have any objection to my riding along?"
His hand went to his crotch. "No, ma'am, none at all.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“He focused his mind on other things so his pecker would behave and not turn any harder than it already was. Things like pruning bushes, and weeding the vegetable garden, and planting his cock deep inside her. "No, No, not that, I mustna dwell on that.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“While we're out shopping this afternoon, maybe we can find a Scottish man for me." Effie waggled her eyebrows. "I know just the size I want.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“His lips covered hers and turned potent and possessive. His mouth tasted of berries, honey, and a tang of whisky. It was a combination a woman could succumb to without a moment's hesitation - succumb to and be seduced by.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Please dinna tell me ye are taking a bath...naked...because I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about watching ye."
"Isna that how one takes a bath? Naked?”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“I intend to make love to you. Fast and furious the first time. Slow and sensual the second." He smiled against her neck. "Gentleman that I am, I'll let ye decide on how ye want the third.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“His head lowered and his breath feathered over her face. "Ye belong to me, Kenzie Denune - every passionate, stunning part of ye. Me, Colleen, and our entire family, we all need ye." His lips moved against hers as he spoke. "But mainly, me, for ye fit against me, every delectable inch, outside and in." Then his lips covered hers and took control.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Hello."
He smiled and snuggled into his pillow. "Is this the voice mail of the beautiful Kenzie Denune or the real thing?"
"Well, Highlander, ye just happen to be in luck tonight."
He wanted to tell her if he was in luck, he'd be inside her right now...”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Well, so much for sneaking in without explaining why Bryce brought me home in me stocking feet.
The door flew open and the first one to practically fall out was Effie in her pink baffies. "Oh, sweet Jesus, was the sex so good he knocked the boots right off your feet? I remember once my heavy-hung Morris knocked my socks off, but never my boots. Whew! That must have been one humdinger of a sex session.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“One arm encircled her waist and scooted her bottom against his groin; then he leaned over so his lips were against her ear. "'Tis odd how what starts out bad can end up so fukin' good.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Do ye remember the love potion Una made for yer feckin' balls and how the gnats bit the hell outta big daddy and the twins?”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Havna ye heard how the ancient Greeks associated sparrows with Aphrodite, the goddess of love?"...
"Och, 'tis no story. 'Tis the truth I give: When sparrows mated, it was due to their abandoned nature." His head inclined so he could whisper a kiss to her neck, sending shivers from her shoulders to the soles of her feet. "Even Chaucer and Shakespeare wrote about the sparrow's lustful conduct.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“The lynx raised his hind leg and licked his nether regions. 'Tis what I think of the doctor's foolish prediction.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“The denim lovingly cupped his manhood as if it were precious cargo.
Effie elbowed her. "Oh, the man saunters like walking sin, doesn't he?”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“My Morris, bless his heavy-hung manhood, was a muscular man too."
Bloody hell, is she talking about her dead husband's manly parts? His tadger?”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme.
"With one blue eye to rule the sky,
An eye of brown controls the ground;
Magic swirls within our souls,
Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic,
To protect the weak from evil's effect,
Elements guide us, ever bind us.
A band of witches scattered wide
From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Tell me about Bryce, Sparrow." Effie bit into a cookie and aimed blue eyes her way.
She shrugged.
"What's to tell? He's the youngest of the Matheson brothers, but then maybe ye ken that since yer granddaughter is married to the eldest."
"No. Tell me about your relationship with him and how you ended up with his muddy hand prints on your boobs. I'm betting that story is a barn burner.”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion

“Kenzie Denune pedaled the bicycle harder, her thighs burning from the exertion. Thanks to a car that refused to start, she was going to be late for her job interview at Iverson Loch Manor. Grunting and pounding from the shrubs ahead, near the road's edge, snagged her attention.
Naked shoulders glistened in the afternoon sun. Back muscles bulged and undulated with every thrust. “Bloody hell. Come fer me. Come.”
In all of Mathe Bay in the Scottish Highlands, only one deep masculine voice had the power to raise the hair on her arms like this. A man with braided russet-colored hair that brushed broad shoulders inked with a bear's claw marks, woven into an intricate tribal design - Bryce Matheson.

Damn him to hell. Who's he shagging in broad daylight? Out in the open, no less. Has he no shame? ...

“I canna keep pounding at ye like this all bloody day. Me back is about to give out.”
Bryce moaned and groaned again, obviously in the throes of ecstasy. The bear-shifting bastard. She eased up on the brakes to whiz past his love nest of bushes and brambles.
“I'll not give up until I get ye wild cherry. Let me push both me thumbs and most of me fingers in here and....."

My God, what's he doing to her?

Kenzie couldna resist one fleeting glance over her shoulder.
Her front wheel plunged into a pothole and the bike pitched... as she toppled across the grit. The force of the impact, combined with the slant of the narrow road, caused her to roll toward Bryce and his current conquest. No! No, God, no!”
― Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion