The More I See You Quotes

“He threw open the shutters and was silent. “There,” he said, pointing to a shooting star. “Wish to stay together. Hurry.” She watched the star’s arc fade and wished, secure in her love’s embrace. “I wish that we’ll be together forever,” she whispered. He pressed his lips against her ear. “I wish that we’ll be together forever,” he echoed. “Now it can’t help but come to pass.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“I can’t tell you how nice it is to hear someone talking like the voices in my head,” Abigail said, linking arms with Jessica and heading toward the battlement door. “You’ll have to come visit—a lot. Miles will love it.” “Did you tell him about me?” “He guessed.” “He didn’t!” “Not much gets past the man.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“A man does not come at what is mine, harm it, and walk away unscathed.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“He leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. Jessica smacked her lips, snorted a time or two, then dropped back off to sleep. “I love you,” Richard whispered. “Sweet Jessie, I do.” Only soft snores answered him. Richard smiled. He wished Jessica had been awake to see it, for he was certain it was a smile that would have pleased even her. More than just the corners of his mouth had joined in. He laid his head down next to hers and stared at her. He would sleep later. Now he would look his fill and see if he couldn’t identify that expanding feeling in his chest that brought tears to his eyes. Could it be joy? He’d ask Jessica when she woke. After all, she knew all about it.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“The more I see you,” he said quietly, “the more I want you.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Richard opened the door, then stood back. “After you, my lady.” Jessica walked into the room and gasped. She turned around and around, trying to take in the entire view. He had painted the bedroom walls. Talk about an unobstructed ocean view. It was more magnificent than she ever could have imagined. She laughed and threw herself at him. “You’re amazing,” she said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful!” “Nay,” he said, shutting the door and bolting it. “You are the beautiful one.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“I love you,” she said. “What brought that on?” She smiled. “It’s like a fever. It comes and goes. I think your smiles bring it on.” “Then remind me to give you more of them.” She rested her head against his chest and couldn’t help but marvel over how changed he was. He soaked up every expression of love she gave him. She watched him as he listened to her laugh or watched her smile. It broke her heart a little to see how hungry he was for such simple things, so she did her best to give them to him in abundance. She’d been repaid a hundredfold just by seeing his own smile and hearing his laugh.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Eventually, after listening to a good deal of grumbling and muttering, Jessica felt the bed dip. A calloused hand reached for hers. “It is late?” she asked. “Late enough.” “Hold me?” How gentle were those powerful arms as they gathered her close. Jessica pressed her face against Richard’s neck and sighed at the pleasure of the warmth. His hint of a beard was rough against her forehead but she didn’t mind that either. She put her hands on the hard wall of his chest and let the heat of his body seep into hers. Richard’s hand trembled as he brushed her hair back from her face and she knew it was because he was trying to be gentle. She snuggled closer to him and felt herself drifting off to sleep.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“If Jessica had been pleased with his work, that was enough. He had bent to his work and poured his entire soul, black as it might have been, into fashioning something beautiful for his lady. His lady. He could no longer think of her as anything else. And that was the thought that left him standing in the lists, useless and fair blinded by the thought of his poor heart being so exposed.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“She smiled. “You’re very sweet.” “Now you go too far—” She shoved her hand under his nose. “This is your ring you see, my lord, and that gives me the right to tell you to be quiet. So, be quiet. I’ll probably be back to thinking you’re a jerk tomorrow, so live with the compliment while it’s still in force. Got it?” He grumbled something she didn’t catch. But then, to her utter surprise, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it in a rough, Richardy kind of way. Then he dropped it as if it had been a hot potato, set her on her feet, then leaned his head back against the chair and pretended to snore. Jessica went to bed with a smile on her face.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“She didn’t turn around. She put her foot on the bottom step, then felt herself being whirled around. She shrieked as her world tilted. Richard’s shoulder in her stomach robbed her of any air and her forehead bumping against his lower back made her slightly sick. It was Archie’s hoisting trick all over again, only Richard seemed to be more adept at taking circular stairs. She thought she just might barf. “Put me down, you jerk!” she gasped. He ignored her. She saw, grudgingly, how he might have become a little annoyed by the practice. He slammed the bedroom door behind them and dumped her to her feet. He took her by the arms and held her immobile. She had the feeling that he wanted to shake her. His hands were trembling. “I am finished with your silence,” he bellowed. “Damn you, woman, speak!” “Fine,” she snapped, jerking away from him. “I’ve had a bellyful of you, too, buddy. I’m not your servant, I’m not your squire, and I’m not your damned horse to just take orders and swallow them. I’m sick to death of being treated like a second-class citizen. I’m just as smart as you are and I’ve had it with you treating me like I’m not!” He blinked. “Of course you aren’t. You’re a wo—” “Don’t say it,” she said, through gritted teeth. “If you tell me one more time that I’m inferior to you because I’m a woman, I’m going to haul off and deck you!” “Deck me?” he echoed. “Take my fist and slam it into your face!” Richard took a step back and folded his arms over his chest. “You’re powerfully outspoken. Are all the maids so in your time?”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Come,” he said, holding out his hand for her. She shook her head. Richard paused, then frowned. “I said, come.” “And I said, no.” He frowned again. “The cold has numbed your thinking, lady. ’Tis your duty to obey me.” “I’m not your trained dog to come when you call.” “You forget your place.” “My place, buster, is not at your feet, licking your boots!” “There are many who would beg for the chance to do just that!”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“You’re very difficult.” He only flashed her the slightest of smiles. “Likely why you wed me. It wouldn’t have done for you to have found a man simply and won him without effort.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Besides, as much as she loved Bruckner’s symphonies, he just couldn’t touch a man who had painted his bedroom walls with views of the sea to please her, who gave his precious smiles to her alone, who wept when he watched his daughter sleep.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Jessica,” he whispered hoarsely. “Ah, merciful saints above, I thought I’d never have you again.” He clutched her to him. “Say you’ll never leave me. Vow you’ll never leave my arms again. Nay, I’ll never let you go.” He held her tighter. “Nothing will take you from me again, not even time. No more wishes. No more wishes unless we make them together.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Though at the moment, with the bleak emptiness of the rest of his mortal journey facing him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he might have been better off never to have known her, never to have loved her, and never to have lost her. He closed his eyes and wept.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“He belted his sword around his hips, threw a cloak over his shoulder, and knelt on one knee beside the bed. He kissed her with his eyes open and she understood completely because she couldn’t rob herself of one last sight of him either. “Mend my hose while I’m gone,” he said, straightening. “Don’t count on it.” He smiled, the brief satisfied smile of a man who knew in whose hands his heart was kept, then turned and left the room without saying anything else. Jessica rose and pulled a blanket around her. Then she knelt on the hard stone floor of a medieval tower chamber and prayed that she hadn’t just seen the last of him.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“I can’t believe it,” she said. “I just can’t believe it.” “Neither can I,” Jessica said, eyeballing the door. “And if you’ll just let me by, I’ll go get some help—” “Oh,” Abigail said, with another laugh, “you’re perfectly safe. I’m not crazy.” She held out her hand. “Abigail Moira Garrett de Piaget. Local girl from Freezing Bluff, Michigan. Nice to meet you.” Jessica felt her jaw slip down to land with a figurative thud on her chest. “You’re kidding.” Abigail pulled her hand back and hugged herself, still laughing in a gasping kind of way. “Oh, honey, you just don’t know the half of it.” Jessica could hardly think straight. “You’re from—” “1996. Fell into a pond and resurfaced in Miles’s moat in 1248. It’s a wonder he took me in with the way I smelled.” “Then you’re from—” “Michigan. And what I wouldn’t give for a York peppermint patty about now.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Richard nodded, then fumbled around in the purse at his belt. He took her hand and slid a ring onto her finger. “I meant to give you this,” he said. “Before, ah, the tidings came . . .” “Oh,” she said, looking down, “Richard, it’s beautiful—” “Aye, and so are you.” And with that and a firm brush of his lips across hers, he was gone. Jessica stood in the inner bailey of Robin of Artane’s courtyard and stared down at what she assumed was her wedding ring.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“A hint of a smile crossed Robin’s features and he took Jessica’s hand. “Well met, then, lady. I vow I despaired of this one ever finding a woman strong enough to face him. You must be accustomed to holding your ground.” “The tales I could tell you,” Richard muttered. “But I won’t,” he added at Robin’s pursed lips. “Trust me, my lord, she holds her own very well. I’m sure the lady Anne will find her much to her liking.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Richard?” Her gentle fingers smoothed over his brow. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. Richard, I’m just so sorry.” He reached for her. She came to him and fit perfectly into his arms. Richard clutched her to him, buried his face in her hair, and tried to still that horrifying fear that continued to reach out for him. He wouldn’t lose her. If he had to move Heaven and Hell to keep her, he would. “Richard, I know you loved him.” Richard couldn’t bear to tell her that it was the thought of losing her that terrified him so. He continued to hold her, rocking her, trying to soothe himself with the motion and the feel of her in his arms. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the fear receded. It left him cold and weary.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“She looked for her guard, then back up at him. “No men?” “Ravishment of one’s wife does not need an audience,” he informed her. “Ravishment,” she said, turning the word over on her tongue and seemingly considering its significance. “Unless I have interrupted your thoughts upon something else,” he said reluctantly. She put her arms around his neck and stretched herself against him. “As it happens, I was just walking along the beach thinking about you.” That was enough for him. He wrapped his arms around her purposefully. “Wouldn’t you like to hear what I was thinking?” she asked. “Nay, I would not.” “They were good thoughts, if you’re interested.” “Later,” he said, bending his head to kiss her.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“I am her husband!” “Then you can remain unnamed as her one great love whilst her husband looks on unwittingly.” Hamlet sighed in satisfaction. “Ah, what romance there is in the world today!” “Hamlet,” Richard said, taking his guardsman by the shoulders and giving him a sharp shake. “I wed the girl not a fortnight ago.” Hamlet blinked. “And I bedded her as well!” Hamlet began to look rather crestfallen.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“I am not a gentle man,” Richard said, against her mouth. “Uh-huh,” she said as he lifted her in his arms. “Nor am I a practiced lover,” he said as he carried her across the room. “Nobody’s perfect,” she managed as he lowered her to the bed. “But I do love you,” he said as he stretched out next to her and leaned over her. “And I will give you the best that I have.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“Woman, if you leave me smelling like roses . . . I’ll see you regret it,” he warned.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“A storm is coming in and I feared you would be frightened.” “I love storms.” “We’ll see,” he said. “I daresay you’ll need my strong arms around you to make you feel safe.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“My lady teases me. You do not. Understood?”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“I’m so happy,” she whispered. “I never thought I would ever be this happy.” Richard put his arms around her and held her to him. He rested his cheek against her hair and let her words sink deep into his heart. “Any reason why?” he asked, trying to sound casual. “You, of course,” she said. “How . . .” She pulled her head back and looked up at him. “Because you are a sweet, tender, passionate man and you treat me like you might just love me.” He smiled weakly. “Indeed.” She reached up and touched his mouth. “There’s that smile again.” “A poor one.” “It’s better than no smile at all. Don’t grin, though. I have to be sitting down for that.” She brushed past him and started down the steps. “Have a nice day, dear.” “Dear? How mean you that?” he asked.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“He stopped halfway up the first flight of stairs, backed his lady up against the curved wall, and looked down at her. “I’ll take my leave of you properly now,” he announced. “I’m not sure I’m still—” He cut off her words with his lips. He very carefully held her captive against the wall, making a great effort not to crush her. Even so, she winced. He came to himself immediately, then realized his fingers had somehow come to rest all the way around her back and over her side. “Oh, Jessica,” he whispered quickly, “forgive me—” “It’s all right,” she said, kissing him again. “Your hand has been there the whole time. I just now noticed it.” “You, too?” he asked with a half laugh. Jessica pulled back so fast, she struck her head against the wall. He set her down and rubbed the back of her head, shaking his head at her. “You’re dangerous, Jessica.” “You laughed.” “I did not.” She wagged a finger at him. “Don’t give me that, de Galtres. I heard it. Did anyone else hear it?” “Nay, lady,” several male voices answered her. Richard vowed to kill all the men farther up the stairs. He glared down at Jessica. “They aren’t supposed to be noticing us.” “You ordered them to watch me at all times.” “I’ll change my orders,” he growled.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You

“What’s in your other hand?” “A message I need to have sent,” he lied blithely. “I’ll leave you to your work.” “Without a kiss?” He definitely felt his mouth twitch that time. “You’re baiting me.” “And enjoying it very much, thank you.” “I haven’t the time for it now,” he said. “I’ve a very important matter to attend to. Perhaps later.”
― Lynn Kurland, The More I See You