“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 far, the lions had proved to be invincible. But should they drop their guard for an instant, or should the scavengers discover the quixotic virtue of their armor, all of the honor, pride, and passion in… — Marsha Canham Copy Share
“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 now, or ever, consider them worth relinquishing my freedom. I would not relinquish that for you or, indeed, any other woman." The candor heightened the flush in her cheeks. "You have an aversion to marriage, sir?"… — Marsha Canham Copy Share
“She closed her eyes. "What are you going to do with me now?" "What do you suggest I do? What would you do with a tiresome, officious nuisance of a woman who is the first to question a man's word of honor, yet the last to keep her own?" Catherine started to turn, to challenge the accusation, but caught a… — Marsha Canham Copy Share
“Indeed. And here is a new one for you: I love you, Alexander Cameron. More than common sense or decency should allow. Your strength frightens me and your stubbornness angers me, and I believe you to be a truly dangerous threat to a woman's inbred gentility, but there you have it. And unless you are prepared to give me several… — Marsha Canham Copy Share
“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 Scotland, for his love of the barren, windswept moors and jagged corries he had been unable to call home for so many years and wanted so desperately to call home again. His passion was his strength,… — Marsha Canham Copy Share
“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
