Historical Romance Quotes

I boil it. Joseph entered last, closing the door behind them. Last time, you burnt it.Connor glared at Joseph. We were attacked! What would you have me tell the Abenaki? 'I cannae fight just now. I'm makin' candy. Would you like a wee taste?

~ Pamela Clare

He was, she realised, quite graceful. The very idea surprised her. Male grace was a quality she'd never thought of beyond the ballroom; either a man could dance a quadrille with skill and without stepping on her feet or he could not. But here was another kind of grace altogether--and untrained grace, an instinctive animal grace.

~ Pamela Clare

I do not know her as you do, but I have shared each step of this journey with her, watched her fight for her life, and held her each night while she slept. I cannot help but care for her.And suddenly Connor was glad Joseph had chosen to sleep in the loft.

~ Pamela Clare

He didn't see the look his brothers shared or overhear the vow they made to one another--that if any one of the four of them were to make it back from Ticonderoga, it would be Iain.

~ Pamela Clare

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music.He drew her closer. Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.

~ Pamela Clare

[Iain, addressing the Rangers at the end of the French & Indian war]Never has the world see a war as this one, but you turned the tide of it, spillin' your blood to keep frontier families safe. Years from now, people will remember the Rangers, the sacrifices you made, the battles you fought, the victories you won. I pray that peace will follow you all your days.

~ Pamela Clare

[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany!

~ Pamela Clare

Before the war, a white man named Jonathan Edwards came to Stockbridge to teach my people about sin, but I doubt very much he could see sin in this. You defended yourself against a man who would otherwise have killed you and your friends. Perhaps you feel no regret because your spirit knows you did what was right.

~ Pamela Clare

It wilna end wi' me, Campbell. Slay me, and you'll face my brothers and after them my Muhheconneok kin. You cannae possibly kill us all.

~ Pamela Clare

Though his countenance was solemn, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. Major MacKinnon, won't you join us?But, my lord, he is clad in outlawed rebel attire. The Dress Act expressly forbids--I am not blind, Colonel, and I am familiar with our laws.Sarah fought back a smile.Colonel Haviland lowered his voice, leaned toward Uncle William. He was invited to pay respects to your niece, my lord, and he has the gall to--I _am_ payin' my respects to the lass! Connor's deep voice filled the room, cutting Colonel Haviland off altogether.

~ Pamela Clare

You think Diana would come to your bed?” Ned threw his head back and laughed. “You’re mad! First of all, she would never break her marriage vows. Secondly, she’s certainly deduced by now what a whoremonger you are. She wouldn’t touch you with gloves, my friend.” from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW (DEVIL DEVERE book #3)

~ Victoria Vane

Killy arched an eyebrow in disbelief. Don't be thinkin' you can deceive this old man. I've been makin' a fool of myself over women since before you were born.

~ Pamela Clare

A hint of fire in his eyes, he glanced up at her. If that displeases you, lass, I can leave you here for the next savior who comes along.

~ Pamela Clare

Nicholas broke the seal and scanned the contents. He looked up at Marcus with a chuckle. “Why, it appears you may get your wish for perpetual bachelorhood after all. She wants to end your engagement.”Marcus started from his chair. “The hell she does! What’s possessed her?”“Perhaps she realizes your extreme reluctance to tie the knot after waiting…what is it? Five years since your betrothal announcement?”“Six,” Marcus snapped. “But who’s counting.”“Perhaps Miss Trent?” Nick needled with a quirk of his lips.- A BREACH OF PROMISE

~ Victoria Vane

Hang you, DeVere! She's a close friend, nothing more. He furrowed his brow once again. Though I do fear of late that she entertains some...expectations.You think the young widow may aspire to quite another surrogate role? They all do, ol' chap. Expectations and demands—titles, money, time, attention. The female half of the species are little better than vampires, sucking away one's very lifeblood.

~ Victoria Vane

Damn, but it was a night, Ned! Now, not to be outdone, it appears our reverend mother Hayes is inspired by Captain Cook's latest voyage to the South Pacific.I give the woman credit for creativity. Ned laughed. Have you read John Hawkesworth's account of the voyage?Ludovic's brows lifted ever so slightly. Come now, Ned, do I truly look like a man who entertains himself with books?

~ Victoria Vane

Ned seemed so different from any other man of her acquaintance, and, certainly, the antithesis of the rake she had set her sights on. She had chosen DeVere as her best prospect, yet after only this short time in Ned's company, she couldn't help fervently wishing that he was DeVere. She should feel triumphant that her goal was within easy reach... In truth, it was as if her appetite had been whetted for beefsteak...only to be served liver instead.-A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE

~ Victoria Vane

Marcus stood at the mantel mirror, fussing with his lace cuffs, adjusting his cravat and openly admiring his reflection. “I’ll beguile her with the full power of my persuasive charm.”“And should that fail?”Marcus turned to his secretary with a slow, devious grin. “Why, Nick, I’d have thought it obvious. I’ll just have to ruin her.”-A BREACH OF PROMISE

~ Victoria Vane

I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

As she reached back for the buckle, her fingers met Mr. Meisner’s. She jumped. “I can do this... Sir.”“Ah.” He brushed aside her fingers. “I see you’ve at least remembered the sir.”“One always calls gentlemen that, just as you--”With only a rustle of cloth to warn her, his teeth met in the lobe of her ear, sending a spark into her middle. Like the melt of winter snow, she felt heat pool in her lower body. Her fingers curled against her collarbone where her hands still rested either side of her neck.“I’m not a gentleman, Faith.

~ Cari Silverwood

She squeezed her eyes shut. “No.”“Excuse me?”She sniffed, opened her eyes then looked up. “No. I don’t wish you to leave.”His eyes changed from lukewarm to hot.The iron of the seat met her back. Oh yes, definitely she was the keeper at the zoo and she’d just offered her own leg, medium-rare, to the lion.

~ Cari Silverwood

Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers in red coats.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

I can hear my steps echo as I follow him to the end of the hall. The door to the small closet under the steps is standing ajar. He closes the door and latches it.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

It was a warm and natural feeling to be there. We were not black or white people. We were just people bound together by love and understanding. As I walked out of that church, I felt like I had rediscovered my inner peace.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

‎He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

He is dressed in a long, white robe and in his hand is a white cap. I draw up as he passes down the hall; he does not see me. Shortly I hear a horse leaving. There is much I do not know about him, but tonight I know one of his secrets. He is a midnight rider.

~ Nancy B. Brewer