Top 100 Scottish Romance Quotes
#1. It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.
Diana Gabaldon
#2. Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.
Jean M. Grant
#3. Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked," Charlotte whispered. "How could you only say he was 'all right'?
Michelle M. Pillow
#4. Another sharp pang stabbed him in the ribs and made him jolt with a grunt.
"Are you in pain?"
Alex smirked. 'I've been bludgeoned within an inch of me life, ye expecting me to jump up and dance a jig?
Amy Jarecki
#5. The world ceased to exist.
She was not a gunn, and he was not a MacKay. They were man and woman. Her thoughts spun. Her emotions whirled...
Victoria Roberts
#6. Paisley shivered. "So much for a relaxing stroll before dinner. Wait 'til I tell Gram about this. We've landed smack dab in the middle of the Scottish Twilight Zone.
Vonnie Davis
#7. Would ya like to
" Iain paused, shocked as the pretty woman turned and hurried away from him. To himself, he finished, "Get a drink with me?
Michelle M. Pillow
#8. She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will."
His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.
Shelly Thacker
#9. 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.
Madeline Martin
#10. She must continue to live life one day at a time. Neither the past nor the future existed for Eva.
She clenched her fist around her reins, drilling in the words she must never forget: 'there can only be the now.
Amy Jarecki
#11. If ye have needs to see to, do it quickly."
"You're a stubborn man," she said.
"Tis a good quality in a man," he muttered under his breath as he picked up the saddle.
Margaret Mallory
#12. What would you say, Jane, if I told you the Dragon Kings had the ability to rule the world?"
"I don't know."
"What if I told you they once ruled the world? What would you say then?"
She shrugged ... "I'd say you're a half bubble off plumb.
Donna Grant
#15. You are a lusty laddie, are you not?" She rocked her hips beneath him, mewling softly. "Show me how lusty you are.
Amy Jarecki
#16. Please come out so I can see your face," Darcy said.
There was a smile in Thorn's voice when he said, "I gave my jeans to Warrick. I'm no' shy, lass, but I doona want to embarrass Warrick.
Donna Grant
#17. I promised Ian's wife, Julia, that I would video record Ian if I could and email the recording to her later." Lachlan drew in an audible breath, and she couldn't tell whether he was amused or worried. "You know Ian's wife?
Terry Spear
#18. While her high cheekbones and sensual mouth added to her beauty, it was her eyes that caught him. They looked at the world as if it were a large sandbox waiting to expose its treasures.
Donna Grant
#19. Only light comes out of darkness, she whispered.
Donna Grant
#20. She remembered Fiona saying something once, there was nothing more attractive than a competent man. At the time she'd been a young girl, without true understanding, but now she agreed.
Lily Blackwood
#21. Ian pulled back and placed his forehead to hers. "We need to stop because verra soon I will be unable, and ye will nay longer think of me as a gentleman." His voice was low and alluring.
Victoria Roberts
#22. Gray's watchful gaze made her want to squirm as he stepped to her side and tucked her arm into his. "I'd be more than honored to claim ye as friend."
Claim ye. There was something about the way he said those two words that made her look forward to his claiming whatever he wanted.
Maeve Greyson
#23. Now, if you don't mind, send one my way. Bob is getting tired."
"Who's Bob? You've not told me about a Bob," Sophie said, a little hurt.
"I have too," Claire said and gave her a little shove in the arm. "Bob is Battery Operated Boyfriend, B.O.B.
Donna Grant
#24. They couldn't turn back time. What was done, was done.
He dropped his arms and lowered his head. Despondency filled him to the very brim. He was a dragon. A creature of magic and fire. A being that was lethal and dangerous.
The Kings had forgotten that. All but one.
Donna Grant
#25. And who e'er said I wanted such a fiery-tongued woman to wife?"
"I'll wait until the two of you are married to tell Trulie you said that.
Maeve Greyson
#26. Jordyn lowered her arms to her sides. "So. This is war?"
Baylon nodded. "This is war.
Donna Grant
#27. She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. "How can I bring you pleasure?
Amy Jarecki
#29. Good. Now let's go down to the pub and meet the townsfolk," Iain said.
"Bar," Euann corrected, just to be contrary.
"Let's go down to the pub before I hit ya with a bar," Iain said.
Michelle M. Pillow
#30. I should never have expected loyalty from a Douglas," he spat out. He turned his back on her and went to the window.
Margaret Mallory
#31. The man needed USDA Prime tattooed up his flank.
Maeve Greyson
#32. Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred.
Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.
Jean M. Grant
#33. The only sound was the crackle of the fire as they looked at each other. Then his mouth was on hers, moving seductively. She returned his kiss, opening for him when his tongue swept against her lips.
He enticed, he tempted.
He tantalized, he seduced.
And it was glorious.
Donna Grant
#34. Jostling in the saddle against an iron shirt of mail wasn't half as romantic as the books made it out to be.
Amy Jarecki
#35. Come with me, sweet lass, and I'll make good on me promise to chase ye through the woods like a highlander." Broen spoke in a rich timbre laced with good humor. " Ye there ... Lads, be sporting now and let me ravish this charming creature the way only a Scotsman can!
Mary Wine
#36. She ... grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through.
"Ye harness your udders?" The man was insufferable.
"For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.
Amy Jarecki
#37. Tromping through the woods with yards of cloth swaddled around her was more work than tromping through a tangled field of dried cornstalks on the way to the barn.
Maeve Greyson
#38. Dair stared at his father's hand, fisted tight on the arm of his chair, and ignored the question. "I saw her in the bailey with her cat. A terrible beast."
Padraig grinned. "The lass or the cat?
Lecia Cornwall
#39. The hound was a problem. Protective of her mistress, aye, but also seemingly determined to throw them together. Gavan shook his head. Now, there was a silly though. A matchmaking deerhound.
Willa Blair
#40. Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.
Michelle M. Pillow
#41. I need you, lass," he whispered.
Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. "How fast can you get out of those clothes?
Donna Grant
#42. What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and ... " Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. "May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.
Maeve Greyson
#43. Sex and love are what make the world go round. It's the heart of poetry and music.
Vonnie Davis
#44. Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius.
But she wanted him.
That made all the difference in the end.
Donna Grant
#45. Torquil has already broken his fast. Ye will find him in the stable when ye're erady to begin his lessons."
"Already? I'm surprised he's awake. It's still rather early."
"Aye, well, we Highlanders donna lie in bed all day when there is work to be done.
Victoria Roberts
#46. Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.
Karen Hawkins
#47. Oh, how she loved the braw Highlanders, his boldness as he'd regard her with his discerning gaze, and how she wished he'd touch her with his hands in the same places and not with just his eyes.
Terry Spear
#48. God had given him a gift when he opened his eyes to see her smile and the lovely glimmer of fathomless green pools. Her gaze reminded him of the rolling hills of his beloved Scotland. With Eva, he was home. With her in his arms, he could achieve anything - fear nothing. If only...
Amy Jarecki
#49. I pronounce ye married, laird and lady. No' 'til death will ye part. And now, Toran," he added with a wink, "ye may kiss the bride.
Willa Blair
#50. Tis said if under a waxing moon a maid weaves a chain of bluebells within the stone circle, the next lad she sees will be her true love." She held up her handiwork. "Tis no' quite finished, so I believe ye are safe from me...
Willa Blair
#51. I've learned that the heart does not lie. The thought of never being with him or having him in my life again shattered me. Not a day went by that I didn't think of his smile or remember his laugh, his touch, and how that alluring Scottish accent always made my knees tremble.
Victoria Roberts
#52. You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.
Amy Jarecki
#53. I will always find you. You are in my soul.
Amy Jarecki
#54. I don't want to move out of bed."
"I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.
Michelle M. Pillow
#55. Besides," he said, clomping down the centuries-old stone steps, "she won't last that long. Once she sees all those sharp swords and dirks, and all that fighting and mayhem, she'll turn around and leave, realizing she really didn't want to stay her after all.
Terry Spear
#56. Arms folded across his muscled chest, Lachlan stood way too close to her.
"Did you get tired of fighting?" she asked with a hint of a smile.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Terry Spear
#58. Burning her husband's bed was a mistake. Alison could see that now.
Margaret Mallory
#59. Is he all right?" Jane asked.
"Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel," Angus said.
"Or his shadow ...
Michelle M. Pillow
#60. Colleen patted his thigh. "Are you up to baking decadently delicious chocolate treats?"
"I am. And eating my fair share, too.
Terry Spear
#61. At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table.
Donna Grant
#62. A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...
Jean M. Grant
#63. So, the MacGregors."
"Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors."
"I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said.
"If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal
" Annabelle tried to break in.
Michelle M. Pillow
#64. Have I shocked you, mistress? Do you still believe you can heal him? A virgin who's seen nothing of the world, a man who's seen the very worst of it?" John demanded, his voice hard edged.
Lecia Cornwall
#65. ...He untied her robe and parted it. She heard his intake of breath... before he murmured, "Beautiful."
"You probably say that to all the women you rescue from the sea," she said.
Terry Spear
#66. He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush."
"Are you ... drunk?
Michelle M. Pillow
#67. The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.
Vonnie Davis
#68. Kenna gave herself to Alexander to do as he wished, welcoming it, aching for it. She had no control. She wanted none. She was his.
May McGoldrick
#69. Emotions like these didn't happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn't or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.
Michelle M. Pillow
#70. Honey increases sperm count."
"Oh, you're so full of it. There's no scientific evidence to support that ridiculous statement."
"It's an auld Scottish belief.
Vonnie Davis
#71. Kieran unfolded the letter and scanned the scrawled message....
'Beware an English assassin.'
He knew exactly what this meant.
Madeline Martin
#72. Suddenly Hal burst through the nearby trees and came to an abrupt halt when he saw her. "Cassie, are you hurt?"
He asked it so casually, as if he came upon women being held at sword point by nude men all the time.
Donna Grant
#73. He leaned close to her and took a deep breath, unsettling her. "You smell of lavender. I wouldna believe a shepherdess would smell so fine."
"I bathed in a tub full of lavender this morning, just for you, so it seems, as I knew you would appreciate the effort.
Terry Spear
#75. He's British," she replied in a whisper. "He thinks he's perfect.
Donna Grant
#76. Lass, lass! You are more desirable than any woman I have e'er known." He drew back to look at her. "E'er, I say, do you hear me? Ne'er have I been more tempted!
Sue-Ellen Welfonder
#77. I'm going to brand myself on you so that whenever you dress, wash, or even think of being with someone else, all you'll feel, see and want is me.
Donna Grant
#78. She didn't even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She'd have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.
Michelle M. Pillow
#79. Damnation. She needed him inside her. All the way. Now. "If you don't take me now I'm going to be forced to rape you." Trulie slid her hand down between them, grabbed his cock and aligned it for immediate entry.
"As you will it," Gray chuckled.
Maeve Greyson
#80. Tell me, Constantine, who was afraid of what?
There was no sense in answering. No matter what Con said, Ulrik would never admit that he was wrong and Con was right.
Donna Grant
#81. He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. "Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.
Amy Jarecki
#82. Release Lady Mirabelle and the kitten or I'll run you through, skewering your belly, pinching out your life.
Sue-Ellen Welfonder
#83. She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.
Maeve Greyson
#84. Gram, you should have been a romance writer." Creighton wasn't her soul mate. The man was probably just lonely, living in such a remote area.
"You know, I might just give that a try. Just think, Effie Munro, erotic-romance author pens "hawt" stories from her beautiful Scottish estate.
Vonnie Davis
#85. I have so much more t'teach ye." He chuckled, kissing her fully on the mouth, holding her little body in his arms.
"More?" Her eyes lit up.
"Aye, much, much more," he agreed, eyes alight. "Come wit' me, lass. Let's get cleaned up so we can get dirty again.
Selena Kitt
#87. He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.
Shelly Thacker
#88. Don't stop," she pleaded with swollen lips. "Please, Guy, don't stop."
The same hunger that ran through him had taken her as well. What kind of man would he be to leave her with such need?
Donna Grant
#89. She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.
Jean M. Grant
#90. He lowered his gaze to her breasts. His tongue sneaking to the corner of his mouth, he traced his finger across her exposed flesh. "Make love with me, Lady Jane.
Amy Jarecki
#91. Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun,' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly.
Cindy Miles
#92. No more sounds emerged as he walked through the forest, save the whisper of the leaves above. Though nothing further appeared out of the ordinary, he knew one thing for certain.
He was not alone.
Madeline Martin
#93. Do what ye must, but 'tis a sorry day when a man's betrothed willna grant him the divine pleasure only she can give.
Maeve Greyson
#94. Yer true future, the future waiting to set your soul on fire, can only be found in the past.
Maeve Greyson
#95. The light played across the planes of his strong hands and forearms, allowing her to note the minuscule shifting of muscles signaling his next move. His shapely fingers moved with practical ease, and he unclasped the belt. The kilt dropped.
Angela Quarles
#96. Why would anyone want to travel to Scotland? That wild country had nothing to offer but a bunch of unkempt men in kilts waving broadswords and screaming battle cries.
Victoria Roberts
#97. Why can't I get enough of you?" she asked between kisses.
"Do you want to?
Donna Grant
#98. He splayed his fingers in her hair and stared at her for a few moments. "I'm giving in to the need to do what I wanted the minute I saw ye exit the Land Rover with the Scottish gales blowing about yer golden hair."
"What?"
"I'm going to kiss ye.
Vonnie Davis
#99. You're crazy,' I say.
'Aye,' Logan says. 'Crazy about you.
Cindy Miles
#100. Science is just as important as magic.
Donna Grant
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