“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… — Marsha Canham Copy Share Image
“Excuse me," she said tartly, "but this is my horse. It is, in effect, my clearing as well, so if you don't mind I would prefer that you leave here at once." Amused, he raised an eyebrow. "And if I… — 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
