Pamela Clare Quotes & Sayings

Have you thought about retiring early?" "I've thought about it. I would lose a fair amount of my pension if I did. Besides, what would I do with myself?" "You could work for me." "Work ... as a ranch hand?" She laughed, genuinely amused by the image of herself in a cowboy hat cutting cattle that popped into her head. "I can't even walk in the snow without help." He glared at her. "You're a fantastic rider." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you truly offering me a job?" He stopped shoveling, rested on the hay fork, gave her a lopsided grin. "I would if it would keep you around." Something about that felt more romantic to her than a dozen red roses. "Jack West, you are a charming man." "Me?" He shook his head, got back to shoveling. "I think you need to look that word up in the dictionary, angel. — Pamela Clare

Annie smiled. "The MacKinnon men are very protective of their women. — Pamela Clare

There is no cure for stupid. — Pamela Clare

I'm half Italian."
"Which half?" the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted with men.
His lips curved in a slow, sexy smile that made her heart trip. "From the waist down. — Pamela Clare

You think to judge me, MacKinnon? I've littered the ground wi' the corpses of men like you."
Iain raised his blade and smiled. "You've never met a man like me. — Pamela Clare

She missed his voice, the music he played on his guitar, the sound of his laughter. And sex. yes, she missed that, too. Having the evenings and weekends free to whatever she wanted
something she had once cherished about being single
wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing those things with Javier.
But that's what it meant to love a military man. — Pamela Clare

Awakened by the oppressive midday heat, Zach opened his eyes to see a small blue and tan lizard doing what looked like push-ups about a foot away from his face. — Pamela Clare

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me? — Pamela Clare

Men who hurt Women are my favorite men to kill. Touch her and I'll send you straight to hell - with a smile on my face! — Pamela Clare

For so long, my body has been a battleground. I want to get closer to you, but I don't know how. — Pamela Clare

Only a Mahican would bring a comb to war." Connor rolled his eyes, then leaned in as if about to tell Amalie a great secret, lowering his voice to a whisper. "It helps them keep their feathers pretty."
-Connor about Joesph — Pamela Clare

You're so good to me." She wrapped her arms around him. "Sliding off the highway was the best thing that's ever happened to me." "You didn't know it, angel, but you were coming home. — Pamela Clare

She thought he was about to kiss her again. Instead, he slowly sank to his knees, grasped her waist, and pressed his lips to her belly. Her stretch marks. He was kissing her stretch marks. — Pamela Clare

I've got no tolerance for a man who hurts women. Every man on this planet owes his life to a woman. I hope they catch the bastard and hang him by his nuts. — 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

I know from experience that I make the best decisions when I'm into the story and inspired by the story, not when I'm sitting there trying to plot. — Pamela Clare

I'm a pantser. I try to plot. I always try to plot. I end up with a few paragraphs that basically outline the gist of the story.But I never get much beyond that. I get too impatient to write. — Pamela Clare

He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. "This is an assault rifle." Then held up the handgun. "This is a semi-automatic pistol."
Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. "That is my gun. As you've discovered, it's pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn't fire bullets. — Pamela Clare

Aye, I can." He pressed his hand against her belly above her womb. "I love you, Bethie Stewart. Any
child you conceive of me will be born of that love. You'll be a light to our children, as you are a light to
Belle - as you are a light to me."
She looked into his eyes, saw the full force of his feelings revealed there, felt as if her heart were singing.
He loved her . Oh, how she had longed to hear those precious words! And yet ... "I dinnae know if our
love will be enough."
"It will be more than enough." Then he covered her mouth with his, and she forgot everything but him. — Pamela Clare

You broke the Man Code, dude. 'No man shall knowingly and with malice aforethought kick another man in the nuts.'"
"Okay, so I kicked him in the nuts. The little fucker was fleeing the scene of a crime where he'd pointed a weapon at my buddies."
[from short story "Beer Run" at the end of Skin Deep] — Pamela Clare

I promise not to kiss you again. However, if you kiss me first, I will kiss you back. I think that's only fair, don't you? — Pamela Clare

How do you feel?"
Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again."
And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for. — Pamela Clare

I couldn't have gotten through any of this without you. Through all of it, you've been my support, my anchor. I don't know how one man's shoulders can possibly be so strong."
...
He tilted her face up to his. "With the love I feel for you, bella, I could lift up the world. — Pamela Clare

They walked to her bedroom together. Laura crawled into bed, making room for Javier, who shucked his jeans on her floor before stretching out beside her. Strong arms closed around her, drawing he close. "I'm sorry bella. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you."
...
"It was my fault. I pushed you. I'm sorry."
He kissed her hair. "Sleep."
She curled up against his bare chest and within minutes fell fast asleep. — Pamela Clare

Tessa touched her hand to his cheek. "You're strong, brave, protective -"
"So is a Doberman. — 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

Son of a bitch!" Hunter stared. "I fucking hate it
when he does shit like that. That man has a supernatural relationship with gravity. — Pamela Clare

Miss Chauvenet. Morgan willed himself to speak his tongue near to tied.
He was unable to take his gaze from her. She looked as fresh as springtime, her dark hair hanging in a braid beyond her hips, her eyes wide with surprise. Then her gaze moved over him, and he knew a moment of utter mortification.
She's thinkin' you look like a peacock, laddie.
With lace cuffs, silk stockings and drawers, and shoes with shiny brass buckles, he did look like a bloody peacock or, worse, like somoene that whoreson Wentworth would invite to his supper table.
-Morgan — Pamela Clare

She reached up, held his face between her palms. "How can I help but fret? You live wi' death on your heels."
"For your sake, lass, I promise to stay one step ahead. — Pamela Clare

This book is dedicated to all the women - and men - who know that the human desire for romance, love, and sexual passion has nothing to do with age. — Pamela Clare

You know, for a tough guy with a uniform and a gun, you're basically a bunny-loving tree-hugger. — Pamela Clare

She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn't *in love* with her. He'd stamped himself forever on her
body, heart, and soul
but a year from now he probably wouldn't remember who she was. He'd rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it.
What was a woman supposed to say? "Thanks, stud"? — Pamela Clare

You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one's fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one's actions." His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. "The MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier - true warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family's wealth, your title, your virtue - they mean nothing out here. They won't fill your belly, and they won't keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival. (Joseph to Lady Sarah) — Pamela Clare

I think Holly's right," Sophie said. "He likes you." "Oh, well, lucky me! I suppose if he loved me I'd be in federal prison. — Pamela Clare

Joseph stood, his gaze traveling over Connor's clean-shaven face and hairless chest, his lips curving in a grin. What's this? The Cub is not so furry. — Pamela Clare

I'm half italian"
"Which half" asked Tessa
"From the waist down — Pamela Clare

Sophie hadn't tought an erect penis would be so big. Or so hard. Or so silky.
I thought it would be like a hot-dog. — Pamela Clare

Marc to Gabe: What do you know about the lemon stuff? You weren't in desert combat. You were a park ranger. I'm not dissing that. It's an important job. Someone has to keep the chipmunks in line. I've watched Chip and Dale. I know how sneaky those little bastards can be. — Pamela Clare

So that's it? You're just going to rescue me and go? — Pamela Clare

I've spent my entire adult life working and climbing side-by-side with men, so trust me when I say that most male stupidity is a result of one of two things. It's either their egos, or it's that junk in their pants. — Pamela Clare

You were the best time I'd ever had - until you became the worst time I've ever had. — Pamela Clare

Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked.
"You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin. — Pamela Clare

He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs. — Pamela Clare

I'm a simple man, Janet. I say what I mean and have no talent for games. I want to show you how I feel about you so there's no chance for misunderstanding. If you think I'm trying to romance you, you're right. I am. — Pamela Clare

Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi' me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live. — Pamela Clare

_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

Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more - something that made him feel like dispensing with five thousand years of civilization, dragging her off to a cave somewhere, and filling her with babies. — Pamela Clare

Is what happened to Chinook the reason you're in a hurry to leave - or is last night's kiss to blame?" She looked over at him, her dark brow furrowed. "Neither. I just need to get my car in for repairs before I start my new position next week." "I see." He did - right through her. "I came on too strong, didn't I?" "Maybe. No. Not at all. It's just... " She hesitated. "I enjoyed kissing you, if you must know. In fact, I enjoyed it a little too much." Back in his twenties and thirties, Jack might have thought her words were emotional nonsense, the kind of thing women said just to drive men insane. But he understood it better now - or he thought he did. "It's about this Byron guy, isn't it? And your injuries." She looked over at him, then quickly looked away again. "Something like that. I'm just not ready for a relationship yet. — Pamela Clare

I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."
She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not. — Pamela Clare

What's different about you? Why does it make you a pussy if you get help, but not the rest of the team? Oh, I get it. You're the Cobra. You get within striking distance of the enemy, and it's over. But if it all goes sideways and the wrong men die, you don't need help like the rest of us mere mortals. — Pamela Clare

Her gaze met his, her green eyes glazed and filled with shadows. "I-Iain?"
Iain understood those shadows only too well. She was in shock. She had witnessed the full horror of war. Worse, she had killed a man. Like a young soldier after his first battle, she was struggling to cope. 'Twas an anguish no woman should have to bear.
His rage broke like the tide against the shore, and before he could think, he pulled her hard against him, held her, stroked her hair. "You foolish, brave woman! Why do you no' obey me?"
"What the bloody hell is he doin'?" Connor asked from somewhere behind them.
Morgan answered, "I think he's punishin' her."
"If he tries this on the men, they'll mutiny. — 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

This is what I love to see
different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security. — Pamela Clare

Javier opened her makeup kit, held it edge to edge with the dressing table, and swept everything
every vial, brush, tube, and bottle
into the kit with his forearm.
Laura gaped at him. "That stuff is worth hundreds of dollars."
He shrugged, then shut the kit. "That's how SEALs pack makeup. — Pamela Clare

Have you always been this skilled with women? - Joseph to Iain — Pamela Clare

Laura hated to lie, but she was pretty sure she'd hate prison more. — Pamela Clare

Marc ducked, holstered his weapon. "You want to play? Have it your way." But then Darcangelo was behind him. "I've got this, Hunter. You go find the girl's dad. I'll handle Karate Kid here. I haven't had a good workout in weeks. — Pamela Clare

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that. — Pamela Clare

It's not so much where I want you,Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter — Pamela Clare

If we make it out of this, I'm going to need a hug - and a night of hot sex." "It's a deal." "What's — Pamela Clare

In the meantime, I promise not to kiss you again. However, if you kiss me first, I will kiss you back. I think that's only fair, don't you?" She looked over at him again, but this time, there was a smile on her face. "You're confident, aren't you?" But he wasn't - not when it came to Janet. — Pamela Clare

Zach kissed her forehead. I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again. You're going to live out your days as the cosseted and cherished wife of a chief deputy U.S. Marshal. — Pamela Clare

She glanced over at Jack again, felt a tug in her chest. "By the way, you can put your arm around my shoulders if you'd like." "I would like." Jack raised the armrest that divided their two seats, reached over, and drew her closer. She rested her head against his chest, heard the steady beating of his heart, and felt her blood warm as his fingers caressed her shoulder. She was contemplating the wisdom of turning in her seat and kissing him when his cell phone rang. — Pamela Clare

They danced slow circles in the sand, Javier singing the words to the Spanish version of the song, the melancholy music putting a strange ache in his chest, an ache he saw reflected in her eyes. Was she feeling what he was feeling? — Pamela Clare

She'd just poured herself another cup of coffee, when Jack walked in. He smiled when he saw her, and her heart did a little flip. "Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?" She felt heat in her cheeks. "I slept well, thank you. Thanks for staying with me. Did you get any sleep in that chair?" "Oh, yeah." He reached for a coffee cup. "I can sleep pretty much anywhere - a benefit of having served with the Rangers. If I get five hours a night, I'm good. — Pamela Clare

If it was true that men made their own hell on earth, then he'd certainly found his. — Pamela Clare

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you? — Pamela Clare

You dinnae have me yet! — Pamela Clare

Oh, McBride, it's just you." Nate heard Julian say. "I saw a flash of white and thought you were the bride. — Pamela Clare

How do you like that, Corbray? You're upstaging yourself. — Pamela Clare

But I should be the one to check! It's my house, and you shouldn't have to do it just because you're the man." He cast her a withering glance that was probably lost in the darkness. "Burn a bra if you want, but don't be ridiculous!" "Reece!" "What?" "Be careful! — Pamela Clare

Tell me again why you have barbecues in the middle of winter, bro?"
Nate looked at him like he was an idiot. "We like steak. — Pamela Clare

Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie! — 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

Morgan glanced over his shoulder to where Dougie walked behind him. "Dougie, you're lookin' a bit worn. Are you needin' to stop and, um, rest a bit?"
Dougie looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Rest? Are you daft?"
Morgan glared at him and gave a jerk of his head toward Amalie, who struggled on determinedly before him.
Dougie winked. "Och, aye, I am a bit weary."
In no time, word had gotten up and down the line that Amalie needed to rest but was being too stubborn to admit it. And suddenly Morgan was besieged with whispered pleas to stop, his men whining of sore feet, headaches, and aching backs.
Then Connor appeared at his side, looking fashed.
"What in God's name has come over the men? They're complainin' like old wom - — Pamela Clare

He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and held
her before him. "You're cold."
Unable to meet his gaze, Kara spoke without thinking.
"N-no, it's not that."
His brow furrowed for a moment and then he seemed to
understand. He grinned, a sexy know-it-all grin, and ran a
finger down her cheek. "I'm glad I was able to provoke a
reaction."
Her sexual frustration became irritation. She glowered at
him. "How is it you remain so unaffected?"
His eyebrows rose, and he gave a snort. "Unaffected?"
Without warning, he cupped her bottom, pulled her hard
against him, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of his
arousal. He was rock-hard, huge.
Her inner muscles clenched - hard - and the air rushed
out of her lungs. "Oh!"
He thrust against her, his eyes dark with obvious male
hunger. His voice was deep and husky. "Nothing about you
leaves me unaffected, Kara. — Pamela Clare

It's going to be okay. Donny doesn't know it yet, but he just picked a fight with the wrong bunch of guys.
Julian Darcangelo — Pamela Clare

Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby. — Pamela Clare

Oh, jeez, I'm going to come!"
His voice was rough. "Goddamn straight you are! — Pamela Clare

Forgotten about you?" He caught her chin, forced her to make eye contact, his gaze flashing anger, then slowly going gentle. "That would never happen. Never."
And Natalie got the sense that she'd hurt him. — 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 might as well humor me and let the Band-Aid boys check you out. — Pamela Clare

His father had taught him when he was still a boy that men should always show respect for women because women carried inside them the place where life began. — Pamela Clare

I want to undress you."
"I haven't touched a man since ... since you. — Pamela Clare

SWAT is already on its way. I'll be at your position in about ten minutes. SWAT should arrive in about fifteen to twenty."
[Javier:] "I'll have her by then. — Pamela Clare

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead. — Pamela Clare

I know from experience that females need a certain amount of chocolate. We have two of them in the house. I don't want them growing restless. — Pamela Clare

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

Shocked at this rebuke, Sarah took a step backward. "But I ... I am the daughter of a marquess. I cannot marry either - "
"You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one's fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one's actions." His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. "The MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier - true warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family's wealth, your title, your virtue - they mean nothing out here. They won't fill your belly, and they won't keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival. — Pamela Clare

I am _not_ a woman from your village."
His eyes narrowed. "No, you are not, for if you were, you would be grateful for the better fate Connor has won for you with his blood. Rather than thinking only of yourself, you would be beside him now, tending his hurts. — Pamela Clare

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat. — Pamela Clare

Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness. — Pamela Clare

Vic's jaw snapped shut. "You didn't tell me the men here were all so ... hot." Lexi shrugged. "It's Colorado. — Pamela Clare

She had just pulled her dress coat from it's hanger when Connor came bouncing out of her bedroom and down the hallway with something in his hand.
"Mommy, what's this jiggle stick?"
She looked up to see her son standing not two feet away from Reece with her purple jelly vibrator in his hand. And he was shaking it, making it waggle back and forth. — Pamela Clare

Rossiter wasn't really on leave. He'd had a catastrophic fall a few years back while saving his wife's life and had lost a leg. He — Pamela Clare

Javier to Hunter: How long you and Dargangelo been married? — Pamela Clare

She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?" Megan shook her head. Nate rolled his eyes. "You have no idea." But Jack only smiled, his gaze warm. "She's not the only one. — Pamela Clare

I ... I've never met a man like you."
He chuckled, a broad grin on his face. "Of that, my lady, I'm certain. — 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

Julian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she knows how to use it. And be sure to book her on one count of falsifying information on a driver's license while you're at it."
"What?" she cried. "You're just making stuff up!"
He pulled off his shades, met her gaze, saw the outrage and disbelief in her eyes. "It says you weigh one-fifteen, but i know for a fact you're not a pound under one-twenty."
Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Oooh! — Pamela Clare