Historical Romance Quotes

In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a healthy dollop of cynicism.

~ Loretta Chase

The love within them shone as brightly as the lighthouse beam on the darkest, stormiest night. It broke through her confusion and heartache and filled her with a warm glow.

~ Jody Hedlund

He inclined his head toward a fallen log. Come. Let us break our fast. She pushed the heels of her hands against her temples as if she had an ache in her head. I need a cup of coffee. William sat on a log. What is this ye say ... coffee? She looked at him and arched one brow as if she considered him daft. It's a hot drink that helps me wake up in the morning. But ye are already awake.

~ Amy Jarecki

You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.

~ Amy Jarecki

She swatted the fur beside her. Sit. Growling, he shoved his dirk back in its sheath. I'll listen, but if ye lift a finger against me, I'll slit your throat afore ye can draw your next breath. I'll keep that in mind. Eva smoothed her fingers over her throat ...

~ Amy Jarecki

Isn't one man's truth another man's lie?

~ Amy Jarecki

Barely able to breathe, Eva's tongue slipped across her lips. He moved a bit closer. Every time ye walk past, I want ye. Your scent sends my insides into a maelstrom of need. She closed her eyes and drew out the moment, wishing he'd say that again. Oh, how delectable to listen to a medieval Scotsman declare his desire.

~ Amy Jarecki

Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.

~ Karen Hawkins

He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.

~ Amy Jarecki

He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to her. What were you planning to do with that, comb me to death?

~ Marguerite Kaye

Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

~ Amy Jarecki

Nothing could stir Eva's passion like a tall, muscular Scotsman disrobing. Lordy, she could watch him stand before her in the nude for hours.

~ Amy Jarecki

So you wish me to forget that you are a sheikh and a prince and a crown prince and soon to be King? That is a lot to forget.

~ Marguerite Kaye

She was riding a camel, in the most beautiful desert, in the kingdom belonging to this most beautiful man. A man who thought she had the most delightful rear. A man who wanted to kiss her every bit as much as she wanted to kiss him. I know that I will regret saying this, but at this moment in time, I think I could manage anything.

~ Marguerite Kaye

There is nothing more effective in igniting a man's desire than a woman's passion. To see the fire in your eyes, to feel the fire in your blood as you touch me, it sets me on fire too. Do you imagine I would prefer to kiss a woman who responds only with -- with compliance? No, I would not. No red-blooded man would. Never apologize for passion. Restraint, Julia, has no place in lovemaking.

~ Marguerite Kaye

Was your magic carpet out of commission?

~ Marguerite Kaye

I thought I had to be alone to be free. But I am only ever truly myself when I am with you, Azhar. I know, that is such an -- an extravagant thing to say, but it is true. I have to realize that freedom means having the ability to choose. To choose to share your life, to choose to love unconditionally. The two are inseparable. There is no freedom without love and there is no love without freedom.

~ Marguerite Kaye

She ... grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through. Ye harness your udders? The man was insufferable. For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.

~ Amy Jarecki

In a heartbeat, he scarcely could take a breath. Wearing not a stitch of clothing, Eva stood in thigh-deep water with her back to him. Before he blinked, his gaze slid from coppery tresses brushing feminine shoulders to a tiny waist which fanned into glorious heart-shaped buttocks. Heaven's stars, her flawless skin had to be as pure white as fresh cream. God on the cross, save me. Christ, he was only a flesh and blood man. Who on earth could resist such a temptation? He clenched his teeth and growled. Frigid water or nay, he lengthened like a stallion catching scent of a filly in heat. God's teeth, even his ballocks turned to balls of tight molten steel.

~ Amy Jarecki

Before her, with sharp blue eyes and perfectly coiffed blond hair, was Josephine Marie Elizabeth Cavendish, Her Grace, the Duchess of Durham, widow of the fifth duke, and aunt to the Cavendish siblings.One did not call her Josie. Amelia had asked.

~ Maya Rodale

It was a chaste kiss, but as her lips brushed his warm cheek, her eyes met his. They were deep and dark, warm with passion and longing. And somehow she knew, without question, what he thought. What he felt. Time held its breath - and in that moment, looking into Buchan's warm, tormented gaze, Tatiana's heart awoke.

~ Karen Hawkins

Beware, lion’s lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you.” “Devouring me?” she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. “What if I devour him first?

~ Shelly Thacker

To know, finally, what love is and not be allowed fulfilment ...

~ Anne Rouen

All of them. Fated to love in vain.

~ Anne Rouen

It doesna matter the direction necessity forces ye to take in life, it matters which way ye go when ye have a choice.

~ Madeline Martin

No more sounds emerged as he walked through the forest, save the whisper of the leaves above. Though nothing further appeared out of the ordinary, he knew one thing for certain. He was not alone.

~ Madeline Martin

What are you cooking this night, wife?” One of the crepes picked that moment to dislodge itself from the ceiling. It landed at her feet with a plop as if on cue. “Crepes.” She kept a straight face and tried to look like this was the normal way to make crepes.

~ Shelly Thacker

Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her.

~ Shelly Thacker

It seems you want me at your mercy, Princess. Question is, why?No, she whispered, question is do I?

~ Meg Hennessy

Only two things kept her from loathing him.The expression on his face when he'd said, France. And the expression on his face when he'd said, home.

~ Julie Anne Long

A fierce possessiveness gripped him, a need to brand her, to make her his, now and forever. And he knew it was madness.

~ Shelly Thacker

She didn’t have a hat or a veil or anything in her hands. No one had offered so much as a single dried-out flower; she had nothing to hold onto to steady her shaking fingers. Her head pounded as hard and as painfully as her rapid heartbeat. She stood there, unable to move, staring at the man who waited at the end of the aisle. This unpredictable knight who hours ago had touched her, kissed her, caressed her in a way that still made her tremble, then sworn he would never do so again. This dark lord who despised her. This man she was about to marry.

~ Shelly Thacker

Once the spark of true love has been ignited, it cannot be quenched. It is there forever.

~ Anne Rouen

It is true, Monsieur, that when you die, the ones who love you come for you ... I have seen it.

~ Anne Rouen

It proved what he had always instinctively known.Love is Forever.

~ Anne Rouen

Now, at last, she understood her great attraction to him. Here was the companion of her spirit. Here, indeed, was love.

~ Anne Rouen

Why are we fated to love those we cannot have ...?

~ Anne Rouen

His mouth captured hers with a strong, soft heat and Celine discovered something far sexier than this man’s voice or his body. His kiss. She never had the chance to think of a protest. To think at all. She had been kissed before, but never like this. It was neither awkward and teasing nor forceful and overpowering, but long, slow, confident, and devastating. It was as if he were binding them together, deftly drawing her soul into his.

~ Shelly Thacker

She was destroyed many years ago, La Belle, on the cobblestones of the alley beside the opera house ...

~ Anne Rouen

Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.

~ Anne Rouen