I dinna think tis romantic when a man says he's willin' t' give his life fer the woman he loves. Give me instead a man who'd fight to keep us both alive and kickin'! There's naught rommantic about a dead man, beau or no.
Karen HawkinsAs Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. โGood God! Itโs massive!โ Jack paused with his foot on the last step. โI do wish youโd keep those comments until we are in bed, love. I would appreciate them all the more there.
Karen HawkinsIโve often thought it unfair that women are expected to stay at home when thereโs a fight to be won. If a woman has the strength to bear a child, she can swing a sword as well as any man.
Karen HawkinsHer honor will come to no harm at my hands,โ Jack said. โโTis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about,โ Alexander said. โSheโs a delicate lass,โ Hugh added. โAye,โ said Gregor. โA Scottish rose.โ โYour tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed,โ Jack ground out. โFacts you all know, if youโve spoken to Hamish.โ Dougal grinned, his teeth flashing whitely. โShe has the devilโs own temper, our Fiona does.
Karen Hawkins