She was lost between her head and her heart and didn't know which she needed to believe.

Kieran unfolded the letter and scanned the scrawled message.... 'Beware an English assassin.' He knew exactly what this meant.

She was in love with the very man she had to kill.

A lifetime without breath or thought passed before his fingertips skimmed over the tops of her breasts.

Damn it, Mariel," Kieran growled and spun her around to face him once more. "Ye belong to me." Her heart skipped a beat. He wanted her. Mariel wrenched her arm from his hold but did not back down from the heat of his stare. "Then be a man and take what's yours.

She needed this. For the comfort, for the love, for all the glorious things she did not deserve and yet could not stop herself from wanting.

...his mistreatment had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him.

You can't save the world, but keep trying in any small way you can.

I think within all of us, there is a void, a gap waiting to be filled by something. For me, that something is books and all their proffered experiences.

Did I catch ye looking at me?" He knelt beside her and covered her with the plaid... "I couldn't help myself," she mumbled. He gave a low chuckle and slid in beside her. His naked arm pulled her close so her head rested on his solid chest. "Good answer." The smile was evident in his silky voice.