If You Deceive

Aingeal, there is only one thing on my body that's ten inches long, and if you'll recall, the scar is no' it.

a man would know the women he was meant to be with because she made him weak. Till he claimed her and she made him strong.

Ah, damn it, lass,'he called after her. 'I've busted my stitches wide open.' 'What?'she cried, hurrying back to him. 'Let me see!' 'Ah-ha!' He snared her around the waist, dragging her down with him to his lap.'You still care for me!

You said you'd give me half an hour!' 'And you said you'd satisfy me whenever I wanted it. I want it now.' He removed is jacket. 'Drop the towel.' 'I-I never agreed to be naked!

...when a man like Ethan finally learns to love, it's forever. ~ Fiona MacCarrick ~

...when men like us do change, the change is profound.

And he'd railed at her, his voice booming so loud the bed had seem to shake. "You canna do this - take my goddamned heart and then leave me! You think I will no' follow?" She knew he was constantly there, was aware of his movement and comprehended his words, but she couldn't seem to open her heavy eyelids or speak. At night, he would wrap his body around hers, keeping her warm, whispering against her hair, "You enjoy being contrary. Then prove them all wrong and get better." He'd clutched her hip, then balled his fist there.

Not to marry, know love, or bind, their fate; Your line to die for never seed shall take. Death and torment to those caught in their wake, unless each son finds his forechosen mate... For his true lady alone his life and heart can save.

Just lie back, wench." She snickered. "Did you call me wench? Well, you certainly dated yourself there, didn't you? Sometimes I forget how old you are. What's your age, anyway? Thirty-seven? Thirty-eight?" "I'm thirty-three.

He curled his finger under her chin as he rasped, "I'm goin' tae get it right this time, you know." "I believe that, Scot." She gazed up at him with all the love she felt. "That's why you're still the dark horse I'm betting on.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone. "No' necessarily. It's just that you'll be doing it three or four times a day." "With a man of your advanced years?" Advanced years? By God, I am going to throttle her.

I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man." At that, she glanced away. "You might be right, Scot," she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, "But are you the man I await...where I ache?

Enough. You're going to make yourself sick." He clasped her hand to help her up. She reluctantly let him. "But I haven't eaten more than a regular meal." "Lass, there's more where that came from. You doona have to behave like it's your last meal." She laughed without humor. "Spoken like a man who's never missed one." -Maddy

The woman didn't taste bad, but she tasted wrong. She smelled good, but it wasn't right.

I didn’t steal it—I swear! Oh, as if things never fall into your pocket!