Once 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 HawkinsGregor lifted the knife and slammed it down. The tops of the carrot rolled across the table, some hitting the floor. "What are you doing?" "I'm chopping carrots." "Gregor, they are carrots! not tree branches." "I fail to see the difference.
Karen HawkinsI 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 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