Quotes from Anna Campbell

He slipped the small leather case that had started all the trouble into his coat pocket, ran a comb through his thick black hair, and stared into the blue Macrae eyes. He wasn't used to seeing uncertainty there, but he saw it tonight. "Come on, laddie. Time to face up to your future and find out if she'll have you." The

Come to me." Stupid to haggle over dominance when they both knew she'd surrendered. "No, come to me." "That's my braw lassie." His smile expressed unfettered admiration. "You know, it would be easy enough to meet in the middle." This

She'd piled her hair high, leaving silky tendrils to tease bare shoulders. How he longed to festoon that slender neck with cascades of rubies. Rubies, diamonds, pearls, emeralds. Never sapphires. Not even the finest sapphires could rival the beauty of her eyes. He had no jewels to offer, only his longing, loving heart.

You'll marry me," he said in a rough voice. If they hadn't just kissed as if the world ended, she'd think he was angry. She tipped her chin up and spoke defiantly. "Yes." Charlotte waited for him to say he was pleased, but he still looked as if he poised on the edge of a cliff. A cliff with hungry crocodiles snapping below. "Soon?" he growled. "Tomorrow if I could." "Good." He

She was bewitching. Even now when she conceded little more than she had when he'd kissed her last night. She quivered under his hands. He still wasn't sure whether she was excited or frightened. He'd read both curiosity and dread in her pansy eyes. Her thick tortoiseshell hair tickled his fingers. After her wild ride, she looked enchantingly disheveled. It made him contemplate other wild rides he'd like to take with her.

I don't know how to please you," she whispered. For the first time since he'd burst into her room, tenderness softened his smile. Her blood melted to syrup as those strong hands rose to cradle her head. "You don't have to do anything, mo chridhe. Your mere presence pleases me more than I can say." He paused, then spoke with more emphasis, in case she misunderstood. "You please me." The

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual. "O-open...?" He took advantage and claimed her, sliding his tongue into the interior. She made a sound of surprise and tried to back off. "No." "Bella, don't be afraid.

Tomorrow his body would bear her mark. His heart would bear her mark forever. He

A hint of triumph lit the girl's face, made her dark beauty blaze like a torch. "My sister is beyond your reach, Mr. Merrick." "You're not." He flavored his smile with menace.

He had the most extraordinary eyes. Even when his expression was serious, a smile lurked in their depths. If her insane parent wasn't so set on promoting the match with Lord Lyle, Charlotte might even find that twinkle appealing. Most women would. Which

I want to know you're mine," he grated. "Of course I'm yours." She heard the despair in her voice. If he only knew how true those words were. "When I'm inside you, like this, I know that." His unexpected vulnerability breached her barriers against revealing her love. "It's always true," she confessed, pressing upward, frustration fizzing in her blood. "Make me believe it.

Do you want me?" he growled, rubbing his cheek against hers like a lion greeting his mate. And still his huge, throbbing power filled her. "More than life itself," she admitted. He

Philippa Hume, my dearest wife, I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take." To her astonishment, his deep voice cracked with emotion. He sucked in an unsteady breath before he continued. "And to hear that you're having my baby makes me the happiest man since time began. I bless the day you came into my life and I thank whatever grace allowed me to make you mine. You're the center of my life and I worship the ground you walk on.

Exhilaration bubbled in his blood. Exhilaration and the determination to win this lassie. He'd always enjoyed games. This one promised champion fun. Devilry

humanity, gunpowder, and blood. And felt

He hadn't quite drifted off, although he looked exhausted. Under heavy eyelids, he surveyed her, a faint smile of masculine triumph teasing his lips. The possessiveness in his gaze and in his embrace made her feel wanted, needed…loved. She'd

love you, Charlotte. I'll love you forever." She'd

Lord Lyle paused at the top of the steps and glanced around the massive space with its hammer-beam roof sporting angels with the Warren shield—three gold swans on a blue background. His expression was a mixture of awe and amusement. "Good Lord, lassie, I feel like Henry the Eighth." She bit back the impulse to say that even if he took six wives, Charlotte Warren still wouldn't count among their number.

He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss, lingering for a moment. When a small, surprised gasp escaped her lips, he felt a surge of satisfaction. "There

Did you walk over to No. 3 tonight? It's so very cold and damp out, don't you think? I wonder that anyone would come out on such an evening." Then she winced, as if registering the fact that she was babbling. Lord, she was completely adorable. And his plan must be working because her response to him was quite different than normal. "Yes,

The total of what you are is so much greater than what you see reflected in mirrors.