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“I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn't melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena's chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Bites

“I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Slays

“She glanced up from his lips to those dark eyes that smoldered with his fire. She remembered now what they had looked like as she'd seen him before Morgen had entered his world. "Your eyes used to be blue."

"That was a long time ago."

-Seren to Kerrigan”
― Kinley MacGregor, Sword of Darkness

“Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as dark and impenetrable as his eyes. Rowena had to look away. She forced herself to remember how he had used his body and her need as weapons to weave a punishing net of pleasure.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Shadows and Lace

“Nay," she said stubbornly. "I have just been told that the only chance I have for freedom is in your hands and by all that is holy, you will deliver me my freedom or I shall see to it that you live out the rest of your life in merciless misery."

He gaped at her. On any other man such an expression would have looked foolish, but to credit Lord Stryder, even when taken by surprise, he still managed to carry off an air of supreme authority and handsomeness. "I beg your pardon? Have you gone completely mad?"

"Not I, but rather the king you love so well. It appears he would see us marry."

"My hairy arse."

She gave him a droll stare. "That is much more information about your person, Lord Stryder, than I care to know.”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“Staring at the floor, she didn't even look up as the final contestant entered.

Not until she heard a deep, rich baritone that filled the hall with the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

Her heart pounding, she looked up to see Stryder holding his mother's lute.

Only it wasn't a love song he sang.

More like a limerick, it was a song about a woman who fancied herself a goose.

And a man who gobbled her up.

Laughter and applause rang out as soon as he strummed the last note.

Breathe, breathe.

It was the only thing Rowena could think. And even that couldn't get her to take a breath as Stryder approached her.

He smoothed her hair and straightened her feathered crown. "Methinks my goose has molted."

Rowena laughed as more tears streaked down her face.”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“You know," she said, pulling back from his neck. "I've always been wrong about something."

"And that is?"

"I thought there was nothing in the world more seductive than a troubadour singing his observations about his lady love. But I was wrong."

She trailed her fingernail down his arm, raising chills in its wake. "The most incredible seduction is when a knight who is renowned for his strength speaks from his heart. Not as a knave out to woo a woman because he can, but as a man who wants only to give of himself." Her gaze seared him as she stared into his eyes and he saw her innermost sincerity. "I love you, Stryder. I always will."

-Stryder and Rowena”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“Knave of hearts and bane to all women, be it known that you must win your tournament for me, otherwise I shall have a most difficult time explaining to my new lord my newest addition.

-A letter to Stryder, from Rowena”
― Kinley MacGregor, A Dark Champion

“I'll show you secrets if you stay...you'll never know if you run away...”
― Richie Tankersley Cusick, Teacher's Pet

“I don't know who you are either, Rowena. " His fingers tightened around hers. "But I know who your not. You're not who your father made you. You're not who that Kinnaird fellow made you. You're who God made you. And perhaps now you have been given the opportunity to discover who that is. Freely"
Brice ducked his head a bit, caught her gaze. "And if you really want to spite them, do you know what you should do?" He leaned closer, pitched his voice lower. "Thrive. Be happy.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Reluctant Duchess

“Because ye willna accept me for who I am! I can only be the Duchess of Nottingham now, not permitted to wear wool or speak with a burr or believe what I have spent my whole life believing. I canna turn around without your oldest friend lecturing me on superstition or you calling me daft for believing in curses "
His usually gut reaction beckoned--- spin away, refuse to engage in what he deemed a ridiculous argument. But a quiet Stay resonated within him, and this time he didn't think he was misunderstanding. He shoved his hands in his pockets to anchor himself. " I love to hear you speak. I care very little what you wear, so long as you have what you need and are happy in it."
She snorted. " Your society disagrees "
"Yes, they do. And you can either conform to their expectations or defy them. Whatever your choice, I will stand beside you. But it is the other that really bothers you, and that is my fault. My failing. Your opinions and beliefs are worth no less than mine.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Reluctant Duchess

“Rowena focused on the plate set before her. Rimmed in gold leaf, filled with food she'd scarcely touched. She had never wanted, not when it came to those things. But what about the other empty places in ones life? An empty heart? And empty soul? "I dare say this Mr. Muller had many stories to tell of the Lord's provision."
" We all do, if we open our eyes to it. He is always directing us towards our better good. Sometimes that means trials, but they will lead us to the place where He knows we need to be. And He will always be there beside us, if we but let Him in.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Reluctant Duchess