Claimed by a Highlander Quotes

“Let’s get your face washed and fix your hair,” Catriona said. “My mother used to say that will make ye begin to feel better.”
“Mine said that too, but it won’t help this time.”
“Well, my mother also said that wallowing in misery never fixed a thing.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“Rory did not want her.
After devoting so much effort to avoid being wed to a man she did not want, she found herself bound to a man who did not want her.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“If he is strong, then we’ll have to be quick and clever,” she said in a cheerful tone.”A bit of trickery may be needed as well.”
“Ach, ye sound like a Highlander,” he said. “In Gaelic we say, an ten ach mbionn laidir ni follair do bheith glic.” He who is not strong must be cunning.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“Lie with me,” she said.
“I don’t know if I can sleep beside ye tonight and not touch ye like I want to,” he said in a strained voice. “I need ye too much.”
“I know that,” she said, and flipped back the blanket for him to lie down.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“I can’t meet your family like this,” she said, spreading the filthy skirt of her gown. “I look like a tavern wench – one ye had your way with in the bushes all the way home.”
Rory titled his head back and laughed. “Well, I can’t say I don’t wish the last part was true, but ye look fine.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“I’ve been wanting to kiss ye since the first moment I saw ye,” he said. “I’m going to do it now.”
Sybil could not breathe, let alone form the words to object. When she moistened her lips with her tongue, she felt his heartbeat leap beneath her palm. Her gaze fixed on his mouth as he drew her to him ever so slowly.
She had expected a sweet, teasing kiss, not this explosion of passion that seared through her body at the first touch of their lips. No one had ever kissed her like this before, as if he would die if he could not have his mouth on hers. With a will of their own, her arms wound around his neck and her fingers tangled in his long, thick hair as she pulled him closer.
She was lost in the sensations and long past thought. As his kisses slowly changed from feverish to tender, she felt as if she were floating. She wanted this to go on forever.
When Rory pulled away, she stared up at him, stunned.
“That was promising,” he said with a wide grin.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“If ye have needs to see to, do it quickly.”
“You’re a stubborn man,” she said.
“Tis a good quality in a man,” he muttered under his breath as he picked up the saddle.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“Hmm?” She raised her eyebrows and looked up at him, then her cheerful expression faded. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asked, though he knew damned well what she meant.
“Like ye think I’d be willing to have my wedding night lying in the dirt,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “If ye believe that, you’re quite mistaken.”
“So we’re only debating where, and not whether, to have a wedding night?” he asked.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander

“By the time she recovered her senses, he was preparing to bandage his leg himself. He was already pale and sweating from the ordeal of removing the arrow. Could the man not admit he needed help?
“You’ve already proven you can do this on a galloping horse,” she said. “Why don’t you let me do it this time?”
“Aye, that would be better, for certain,” he said, and leaned back on his elbow.
His ready agreement surprised her until she noticed the smile curving his lips and the devilish gleam in his eyes. Her sensible half regretted her offer, but her other half – the one that liked to play with fire – smiled back at him.”
― Margaret Mallory, Claimed by a Highlander