Highland Promise Quotes

“He kissed her. Gently, reverently. “I love you too, lass. More and more every day.” “Even though I’m trouble?” He laughed quietly and nuzzled her ear. “You’re not trouble, Caitlin. You’re a joy—my everlasting joy.” She tangled her fingers in his hair. “I’ll remember you said that.” “I’m sure you will. Just promise me one thing.” “Whatever you wish.” Anything he asked, anything he desired, she would do it. He caressed his fingers over her cheeks, shaped her lips. Kissed each eyelid and the tip of her nose. Then he leaned down and brushed his mouth across hers with a sigh. She could feel his smile. “Doona give me daughters, Caitlin MacKenzie. My heart canna take it.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“Darach glowered back. “You’re on my land, you old bugger. I trust my men to keep my borders safe.” “Your men are like wee lasses, concerned with getting their beauty sleep and not messing up their plaids. I could have marched a herd of elefaunts through your borders and your lads would still be snoring in their quilts.” Darach heard his men mutter beneath their breath. He hid a smile. “Hah! You are the elefaunt—thick-skinned, fat, and wrinkled. And so loud you make my ears ache.” Gregor MacLeod sat up straight on his horse and patted his firm belly. “I’m as fit as I was when I first laid eyes on you—a wee, snot-nosed lad, crying for his mother.” “I cried, all right. I’d ne’er seen an elefaunt before.” Gregor threw back his head and laughed, then rode forward to greet Darach.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“I shall have to speak to her about your cursing, of course. ’Tis a wife’s duty to help her husband get into Heaven. I’m sure if she’s vigilant, she’ll break you of that unfortunate habit in no time.” Lachlan paled and reached behind him for the latch. Darach leaned his shoulder against the door. Their eyes met. “You’re sure you doona want to stay for another drink?” he asked. “Nay, I wouldnae want to disturb your wedding night.” The silence lengthened. Caitlin reached for the pitcher. “There’s more.” Lachlan yanked open the door and ran out. Darach slammed it shut behind him. After sliding the bar into place, he turned to his wife. She had a mischievous smile on her face. “I thought he’d ne’er leave.” Darach’s jaw dropped. “You did that on purpose?” “Well, I couldnae kick him out, now, could I? That would be rude.” He threw back his head and laughed. So much for being innocent. Caitlin laughed too, and twirled in a circle. His heart swelled as he watched her. So lovely, so devious. Lady MacKenzie.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“his foster brother with her selfish actions, and yet he consoled her. Once again she’d acted without thought to the consequences and someone else had paid for it. Someone she loved. Aye, loved with her whole heart. The realization made her tears start to spill. Of course she loved him; she’d loved him from the moment she’d opened her eyes and thought he was an angel. She loved him the way her mother had loved her father, the way Edina loved Oslow. Deeply, abidingly. A forever kind of love.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“Aye. One coin that I can best you one time.” “You doona have any coins.” “I do. You just havnae given them to me yet.” Darach puffed out a laugh as Lachlan took a coin from his pouch and tossed it to her with a cocky grin. “Here’s a free one, sweetling. Keep it out, though. I’ll be winning it back shortly.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“To her surprise, his eyes had darkened. He released her and traced his fingers over her face, following the same path she’d taken earlier on his face. Her heart swelled and something filled her deep inside. When he spoke, his voice was grave. “I promise to keep you safe, sweetling. You’ll come to no harm while there is breath in my body. I pledge this on the honor of the MacKenzies.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“Doona startle her, Lachlan. She’s still confused,” her savior said gruffly. “I’m all right, angel. Doona fash.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise

“Drawing a vicious-looking dirk from within his linen sleeve, he leaned back in his chair. His legs stretched out in front of him and his plaid fell open to reveal brawny thighs. Firelight from the hearth danced along the dagger’s blade as he slowly played with it.”
― Alyson McLayne, Highland Promise