One good thing that comes from living the nomadic life demanded by an expedition is that one sheds the fake skin donned from living too closely among society. For those of us who live for the freedom of such a lifestyle, that skin is dry and itchy and ill fitting. From my observances, that skin is much like a callus caused by the pure irritation of being forced to spend so much time with one's fellow man. Thank God I am spared such nonsense.
Karen HawkinsFor a real knight, rescuing maidens would be an everyday event." ... "Perhaps a true knight saves himself for the right maiden
Karen HawkinsOnce ye made up yer mind to do somethin', 'tis better t'stumble o'er the small hillock of jump-ahead than t'bash yer head on the jagged rocks of did-nothing. Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomand to her three wee granddaughtersone cold evening
Karen HawkinsI need a bath." He chuckled. "You smell of smoke, as do I." The duke turned, leaning heavily on his cane. "Jameson, open the carriage door. We shall return to the house." Beth smiled up at Christian. "Shall we adjourn to the house to get some ointment for your hands and a bath, my love?" His eyes lit. "A bath?" Grandfather snorted. "Someone send to London for a special license! Now.
Karen HawkinsCould he be naked beneath his breeches? They seemed molded to him, outlining the powerful lines of his thighs and the swell just aboveโ Oh, God. She closed her eyes. Sheโd been looking at hisโNot only was it rude, but it had sent an amazing tingle through her, almost as if sheโd touched it. โFiona, if you ever look at me like that again, I will not be held responsible for what I do.โ Jack was so close that she could feel his breath on her temple. โDo you understand?
Karen Hawkins