Paula Quinn Quotes & Sayings

And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life. — Paula Quinn

He leaned forward, over her. "The sight of you - the scent of you is driving me mad, Sam. Shall I beg you for a kiss the way Sir Tristan did with Lady Patrice?" He looked down into her eyes and smiled. That smile was Sam's undoing. — Paula Quinn

Marcus?" he asked a moment later, while Marcus lowered them to the ground. "Do you like Sam?" "Aye, I do," Marcus told him. "I love her." "But Tabitha said one of the Whites told her you don't love anything." "Well." Marcus kissed the top of his head. "The White was wrong. — Paula Quinn

She heard the sound of one tremendous flap and looked up in time to see the man who'd put a hole in the roof of her stable hovering in the air over her castle looking down at her. For the space of a breath, Sam's heart completely stopped beating in her chest at what she saw in the bright light of day. Those were wings. They were real. And then she fainted dead away in her garden. — Paula Quinn

Sam looked up at the ceiling. Are you bathing up there, Marcus? I am. Would you care to join me? She could almost see the smirk on his face when she told him to shut up. — Paula Quinn

He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast. — Paula Quinn

Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me. — Paula Quinn

Her slender shoulders slumped making Marcus want to go to her and vow he'd never hurt her the way he could as a Drakkon. — Paula Quinn

Robert used to tell me it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero — Paula Quinn

I like kissing you," he whispered roughly, dipping his forehead against hers. "I like kissing you, too," Sam breathed. I am mad with desire for you. He told her silently. But there's more to it. I want to make you happy. I find that I'm not happy unless you are. What does it mean? She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it. — Paula Quinn

Graham," she warned,tight-lipped, as he carried her up the stairs. "I've a dagger with me. Do not force me to use it on you."

"Aim fer my heart first, lass," he said, his gaze fixed and hard on hers. "Fer I think it has turned traitor on me."

His heart? Dear God, she did not want to kill him! And why would he say such a thing to her? What the hell did he mean? Did it have something to do with his being here alone instead of off somewhere rutting with a serving wench? — Paula Quinn

Marcus? He heard her a few minutes later. Marcus. Another part of him. A part that loved her - whether he understood it or not. A part that drove him to continue. Sing to me, he told her. Sing the song we heard the night we went flying, the night at my cave. Sing it and I'll find you. Hurry, Marcus. I'm coming. — Paula Quinn

My little innocent has some fire in her after all. His velvety voice licked her spine. Fire, and a decadently enchanting sway to her hips. Sam blushed to her roots and stumbled into the stables trying to still the "sway to her hips." She would ignore him and hope he would go away like a bad dream. She didn't need this in her life. — Paula Quinn

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?" He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. "You think I don't want you." He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat..."But I do. — Paula Quinn

Woman, I've crushed more Campbells than ye'll ever know, and Ill go to my grave with a Campbell's heart clutched within my fingers."

"Will that heart be mine, my laird?"

"It might. — Paula Quinn

Margaret quirked her lips, looking much like the imp their mother used to call her. "What flower would ye pick for Katherine Campbell?"
Callum snorted. "I wouldna pick flowers."
"Ye let her take a bite out of ye." Maggie looked up at him, then cut him off when he opened his mouth to speak. "Ye fancy her. What flower would ye pick for her?"
"Tulips," he mumbled, ignoring her knowing smirk. — Paula Quinn

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her? — Paula Quinn

Levelheaded is not what you need, Sam. Damn it. You promised to leave me alone. But I am a miserable liar. Go away. And don't tell me what I need. You need passion. Sam — Paula Quinn

...it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero.

Kate speaking to Callum in LAIRD OF THE MIST — Paula Quinn

I'll no' love ye, Kate Campbell. No' ever. — Paula Quinn

The eyes she had wondered about turned out to be the most startling shade of blue-green she had even seen in her life. Ringed by raven lashes and a dark foreboding brow, they pierced her very soul. — Paula Quinn

He glanced down between his legs and shook his head with utter disgust. How was he supposed to ravage virgins with that feeble thing? Padgora the White would pay for taking that from him as well. He — Paula Quinn

You think I am afraid to love you, ma fee? Look at me, my only love, and see how you hold my heart in your hands, see how much I love you when you look into my eyes. — Paula Quinn

Would she ever get used to the way his eyes tried to speak to her from beyond the darkness that plagued him? — Paula Quinn

Let every lady in Camlochlin swoon over a charming smile. She had won the love of a man who shared his most intimate smiles for her alone — Paula Quinn

You have no reason to fear me. I'll prove to you that I'm not a monster. — Paula Quinn