A Bride for the Prizefighter Quotes

“Not wanting him to accuse her of not pulling her weight, she tilted her head up and leaned into the kiss.”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“Let’s go up to bed,” Nye said abruptly, sweeping her up from the sofa. “It’s not yet eight o’clock!” Mina pointed out but found this objection ignored completely as he carried out of the room.  “I see now our courtship would have been quite scandalous,” she muttered as they mounted the stairs and Nye grinned.”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“That’s it,” he grunted.  “I want to see those breasts jiggle when I take you.” Mina closed her eyes.  “I wish you wouldn’t talk!” she groaned.  “You’re so offensive!”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“Come and sit on my lap, Mina,” Nye interrupted her. She lowered her sewing and blinked at him. “Nye!” “What? I want my treasure in my hands,” he said warmly.”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“Her body was only covered in a thin layer of cotton. “Your bare tits,” he growled. “You’re such a pig,” she huffed. “It’s all tangled around my legs, Nye. I’m not—” “For God’s sake!” he growled, bouncing up and dislodging all their covers. “Nye!”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“Say it now,” he entreated shakily. He wanted his name now? Mina seethed. “You nasty brute, Will Nye!” she upbraided him, panting. “That was not slow!” He gave a breathless laugh. “Does it hurt really bad?” “I feel like you’ve buried a sword into my belly!” she flung at him accusingly. “Oh God, Mina love,” he moaned. “You’re just going to make things worse for yourself.”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“What?” Nye looked thunderstruck at this. “I’m talking about in bed, not in the bar.” Mina bridled. “I am aware of that,” she spluttered, setting down her cup on the saucer with a loud rattle. “But we can hardly discuss that now!” She flailed an arm. “I was trying to steer the conversation into safer channels!” A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his lips, completely astonishing her. “I’m not that obtuse!” she muttered, her face turning red.”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter

“Maybe that was why she was so angry, she thought, comprehension dawning.  She thought there should exist some fellow feeling between them, some kind of sympathy for a fellow sufferer.  They had been in the leaky boat of their marriage together, until he had pitched her over the side to the sharks!  Yes, that was it, she thought with a decisive nod.  That was why she blamed William Nye.  Squaring her shoulders, she strode onward, ignoring her sore heel and the dull ache in her chest.  She needed to forget all notions of allies or friends.  For these days she was quite alone and had none.”
― Alice Coldbreath, A Bride for the Prizefighter