The Soldier's Rebel Lover Quotes

“A man who is born to be hanged can never be drowned.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“I kissed you," Finlay said roughly. "for the very simple reason that you are irresistible."
"I think that is what is known as serendipity," Isabella replied, "for it's the very same reason I kissed you back."
"Serendipity," Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. "I've always wondered what it tasted like."
"Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it."
"No," he said decidedly. "It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“Do you miss wearing your kilt?" she asked.
"In London, it caused more bother than it was worth. Ladies either found it indecent or intriguing. A fair few found it to be both. I was never quite sure whether it was indecently intriguing or intriguingly indecent!”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“Those were the kind of kisses to keep a man awake at night, wanting more. Now, shall we drink this excellent wine and get on with the rest of the tour?”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“Vintage kisses," Finlay said. "If only they could be bottled, you would have an elixir beyond price.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“The Jock Upstart, is what Wellington calls - called me. A man who does not know his allotted place in the scheme of things.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“I must confess, your gown does not do justice as your trousers did to your delightful derriere."
Colour flamed in her face. She ought to be outraged, but Isabella was briefly, shockingly inclined to laugh. "A gentleman does not remark on a lady's derriere."
"I seem to recall telling you when last we met that I am not a gentleman, senorita. And now I come to think of it, I recall also that you took umbrage at being called a lady.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“It was because he wanted to kiss her so much that he stopped himself, bent over her hand, clicking his heels together, then let her go. "Adios, Isabella. Good luck. Please be careful. Stay safe."
"Goodbye, Finlay. May God protect you and keep you from harm.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover

“What the hell do you think you are doing, creeping about in the night in woman's clothing? I could just as easily have killed you?"
The sheer audacity of her remark rendered him speechless for a moment, and then Finlay laughed. "This, senorita, is a kilt, not a skirt, and you did not for a moment come close to killing me, though I don't doubt that you'd have tried if I'd given you half a chance.”
― Marguerite Kaye, The Soldier's Rebel Lover