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“I don't think I believe in villains. Heroes either. Just people. People with agendas and the things they're willing to do to get what they want.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“It occurred to Gavin that the first thought a groom had upon spying his bride shouldn’t be to wonder whether or not she wore knickers.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Still pleasant as a cornered hedgehog, and as well mannered as a badger, I see.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“She raked him with a glare that told him she saw past his untamed beauty, to the ugly violence that rippled beneath all his taut, bronzed flesh. “As much as you’d like to think your hands are clean, we both know they’re not. They’re stained with a million sins, with a thousand tears, a hundred deceits, and maybe a little blood you pretend isn’t there. You may ignore it, but I see it. I see who you are.â€� “Then why did ye fucking kiss me back?â€� he snarled. Samantha hid her gasp behind a shrug. “Because maybe I’m a monster, too.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Who knew being married was such fun," he panted, pressing a kiss to her temple and swatting her backside simultaneously.
She pulled back to look at him, one of her rare, reluctant smiles tugging at the corner of her kiss-reddened mouth. "You probably should have done it years ago."
"Nay, lass," he said suddenly feeling very serious. "Then it wouldna have been ye.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Ye’re wet,â€� he groaned.
“I’m underwater.�
“I ken that, bonny. But this dampness has nothing to do with that.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Experience should have taught ye by now that denying me what I want only makes me more relentless.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Ye might no know this about me…â€�
“But I prefer my womenâ€� a wee bit dirty. I’ve imagined more than once what yer foul mouth could do to me.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“This blood feud is a bit too Shakespearean, if ye want the truth. I’m no Montague, and ye’re no Capulet.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“There was something more than a little satisfying about ripping the heart out of someone the moment before they expected to do the same to you.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Doona fash, Sam.â€� Calybrid, spying her scowl, hurried to balm the wound. “Ye’re plenty fair.â€�
“Aye,� Locryn agreed.
“With eyes the color of the Alt Dubh Gorm.�
“Sure, that too.�
“Just� no one will write odes to yer breasts is all.�
“On account of ye not having any,â€� Locryn supplied, rather unnecessarily, in Samantha’s opinion.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Make no mistake; I know all I need to know about you, Lord Thorne.â€�
“Do ye?� he challenged.
“Sure do. You’re a famously unscrupulous man. A notorious womanizer. A rake who thinks nothing of seducing other men’s wives.�
“Well, someone has to, do they not? I doona know many men who seduce their own wives.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Tis best to weight the enemy more mighty than he seems.â€�
Or she, as was this particular case.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“The lass was no damsel.
He’d prepared himself for a hard sell, one that might require a few extra knee-weakening smiles, perhaps so much as a seduction, but he’d never in a million years expected the disaster that landed his arms.
The disaster named Alison Ross.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Alison’s gaze gentled. “Tell me, Samantha, have you ever been to Scotland?”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends.
Had she not been about to rob the train.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Well, you have my gun so I’m trusting you to be a gentleman.â€� Big mistake. “Show me how to stand, again? Like so?â€� he asked, all innocence and absorption. His forward direction purposely atrocious, his boots together. His arm bent at a shameful angle. “You really are bad at this.â€� There it was. At least the ghost of a smile. She adjusted his position again, this time from the front. Kicking her boot between his. “Part your legs,â€� she ordered. “And bend your knees a little.â€� He swallowed around a tongue gone suddenly dry. “Generally speaking, bonny, those are commands given by me.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“I'm not asking ye to like me, lass, only to marry me.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“She was little better than a banshee with a sidearm.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Ye might not know this about me…â€�
“But I prefer my womenâ€� a wee bit dirty.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“If you love no one, no one can hurt you,â€� she whispered.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“So does it still count if he doesna kiss the bride?”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“She’d taken a lifeâ€� on the same day she’d created one.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Though her muscles went rigid, her tongue sparred with his, as he might have guessed it would. Each lick and swirl, each plunge and retreat became a point counted for or against.
Gavin had never enjoyed a woman’s mouth so much in his entire life.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Do you know the meaning of the Gaelic insult ‘bonnyâ€�? Lord Thorne insists on using it to address me, and I’d like to find a comparable offense.â€� It was Mena’s turn to be astonished, as it took her a full minute to recover her wits. “Well, Miss Ross, ‘bonnyâ€� is certainly a Scottish word, but it is more endearment than insult.â€� “You sure?â€� “I’m quite positive,â€� she insisted with a secret smile. “You see, ‘bonnyâ€� is the Gaelic word for beauty.â€� *”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife