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“I've bled for you. I've killed for you. I've held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I'd give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin' you to trust me.”
― Pamela Clare, Defiant

“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, Surrender

“I had turned to leave and he had called after me. 鈥淢iss Maria, I kin no other woman who could be wearing men鈥檚 trousers and be dripping such as ye are and look quite so lovely. It鈥檚 a right shame your mother is marrying you off to that great sot!鈥�
I had turned to call back to him, 鈥淚 doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today!”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“She told him ... how her heart had fairly skipped a beat when she'd seen him standing in the middle of the road dressed as a true Highland warrior.

"If I hadna been in love wi' you already, I'd have fallen in love wi' you then."

He grinned, his whiskery face unbearably bonnie even with its cuts and bruises. "So you like the sight of me in a pladdie, aye?"

"Aye--and wi' braids in your hair." She leaned down and kissed him. "But I think red paint looks silly.”
― Pamela Clare, Surrender

“He gave it the benefit of the doubt; he was Scotch.

("The Wendigo")”
― Algernon Blackwood, Monster Mix

“Though this marriage is a sham, what we share tonight will be real, my lady. I said I'd treat you wi' the same respect I'd show my own true bride, and I meant it. I'd no' be able to call myself a Scotsman if I let you walk across this threshold.”
― Pamela Clare, Defiant

“A cask of whisky slipped from the hoisting gear, broke on the roof of a transit shed, and poured all over MacRae. He's ready to murder someone - which is why I brought him up here to you."

Despite her concern, Merritt let out a snort of laughter. "Luke Marsden, are you planning to hide behind my skirts while I confront the big, mean Scotsman?"

"Absolutely," he said without hesitation. "You like them big and mean.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“He was, she realised, quite graceful. The very idea surprised her. Male grace was a quality she'd never thought of beyond the ballroom; either a man could dance a quadrille with skill and without stepping on her feet or he could not. But here was another kind of grace altogether--and untrained grace, an instinctive animal grace.”
― Pamela Clare, Surrender

“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, Defiant

“Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."

He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.”
― Pamela Clare, Defiant

“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, Surrender

“Darling," she said reasonably, "you can't put your foot down, I've already put my foot down.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“[Connor, prepared to sacrifice himself to save Sarah]
God, I pray, give me the strength to live the next hour well.”
― Pamela Clare, Defiant

“Though the continued march of intellect and education have nearly obliterated from the mind of the Scots a belief in the marvelous, still a love of the supernatural lingers among the more mountainous districts of the northern kingdom; for 'the Schoolmaster' finds it no easy task, even when aided by all the light of science, to uproot the prejudices of more than two thousand years. ("The Phantom Regiment")”
― James Grant, Reign of Terror: Great Victorian Horror Stories

“My brother and I are both well aware that I have nothing at all to fear from you. On the contrary, it's common knowledge that Scots are trustworthy and honest, and... and simply the most honorable of men."
MacRae's scowl eased slightly. After a moment, he said, "'Tis true that Scots have more honor per man than other lands. We carry the honor of Scotland with us wherever we go."
"Exactly," Merritt said. "No one would doubt my safety in your company. In fact, who would dare utter one offensive word, or threaten any harm to me, if you were there?"
MacRae seemed to warm to the idea. "If someone did," he said vehemently, "I'd skin the bawfaced bastard like a grape and toss him onto a flaming dung heap."
"There, you see?" Merritt exclaimed, beaming at him. "You're the perfect escort.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“Merritt stared in bemusement at the big, wrathful Scotsman. He was an extraordinary sight, more than six feet of muscle and brawn dressed in a thin wet shirt and trousers that clung as if they'd been glued to his skin. An irritable shiver, almost certainly from the chill of evaporating alcohol, ran over him. Scowling, he reached up to remove his flat cap, revealing a shaggy mop of hair, several months past a good cut. The thick locks were a beautiful cool shade of amber shot with streaks of light gold.
He was handsome despite his unkempt state. Very handsome. His blue eyes were alert with the devil's own intelligence, the cheekbones high, the nose straight and strong. A tawny beard obscured the line of his jaw- perhaps concealing a weak chin?- she couldn't tell. Regardless, he was a stunner.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“Married life would be dull indeed without some friction; one can't light a match with it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“There's something you need to learn about Scotsmen," he murmured. "We never back down from a challenge.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“He came to my office in wet clothes, all muscles and smolder. I hardly knew where to look."
"I think you knew exactly where to look," Phoebe said, her light gray eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is he handsome?鈥�
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鈥淥h, yes. There鈥檚 something about a Scottish burr that makes it seem as if a man is either about to recite poetry or toss you over his shoulder and carry you away.鈥�
鈥淢aybe both at the same time,鈥� Phoebe said dreamily, sipping her tea.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“Still I maintain that in the Scotland of to-day there yet remain some types which differ from the types set forth by Kailyard novelists. Of course I know that virtue which has long left London and the South still lingers about Ecclefechan, I know a Scotsman is a grave sententious man, oppressed with the difficulty of the jargon he is bound to speak, and weighed down by the sense of being a North Briton. I know he prays to Mr. Gladstone and Jehovah, time about, finds his amusement in comparing preachers, can read and write, buys newspapers, tells stories about ministers, and generally deports himself in a manner which would land a weaker man in idiocy within a fortnight.”
― R.B. Cunninghame Graham, Success