“Her honor will come to no harm at my hands,” Jack said. “’Tis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about,” Alexander said. “She’s a delicate lass,” Hugh added. “Aye,” said Gregor. “A Scottish rose.” “Your tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed,” Jack ground out. “Facts you all know, if you’ve spoken to Hamish.” Dougal grinned, his teeth flashing whitely. “She has the devil’s own temper, our Fiona does.” IfsKnowsHeartDoeSaidFactsHandsWorryHonorDevilRoseHarmTeethUnconsciousTemperDelicateScottishTender Hearts Book:How to Abduct a Highland Lord Source: How to Abduct a Highland Lord
“I've never found it helpful to treat fate with a gentle hand. Everytime I've stroked, hopin' fer a favor, she's slapped me hand and laughed at me. If ye want something, take fate by the throat and shake it out o' her.” IfsWantHandsFoundFateTreatsFavorsGentleShakesHelpfulThroatLaughedWant Something Book:Sleepless in Scotland Source: Sleepless in Scotland
“I 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.” LoveNeedsHandsEyeAgeChristianHouseDoorsSpecialReturnSmellLondonSmokeHis EyesGrandfatherLitLicenseBathsDukesCarriagesBeth Author:Karen Hawkins
