“The purpose behind your aggravating persistence eludes me, sirrah. What is it exactly that you wish to know? Lord Lucien is a fine, noble gentleman – ” “Who loves you to the point of distraction and cannot bear to think… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“The reverend began droning the oft-repeated rites and vows of the marriage ceremony. He dared not look either participant in the eye, but directed the promises of love, honor, and obedience to the lofty bookshelves. Only once did he make… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“The wolves were circling, wary of the might and presence of the kingly beasts who dared to challenge possession of the crown and so… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“It was just one of the many absurdities she discovered being married to Alexander Cameron: having everything she had ever wanted yet having nothing… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“You are so right, my love, she thought in wild despair. No man, no king, no ghost is strong enough to come between us;… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“He laughed softly. "My dearest Mistress Ashbrooke, while I will admit to a certain misguided attraction to your more earthly charms, I would not… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“She closed her eyes. "What are you going to do with me now?" "What do you suggest I do? What would you do with… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“Indeed. And here is a new one for you: I love you, Alexander Cameron. More than common sense or decency should allow. Your strength… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“The purpose behind your aggravating persistence eludes me, sirrah. What is it exactly that you wish to know? Lord Lucien is a fine, noble… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“He would stay with his brothers out of loyalty, fight alongside his clansmen out of pride, but if he died, it would be for… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“Ah, Maura, ye were right," he whispered. "All those years ago ye were right." Alexander leaned forward, and Lochiel waved his hand in a… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“Note savages, eh? They live in mountain caves and dress like wild men. They walk about in woolen petticoats, which they are not in… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“How can love be frightening?" "When it consumes you. When it binds you to all other considerations. When you can no longer distinguish right… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“Obviously no one has ever cautioned you against pricking the vanity of proud men or wild animals; neither is completely predictable." "And which of… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
