Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3) QUOTES

1 " Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands. "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

2 " Elizabeth studied the earl as he approached the waiting coach. "Was his behavior rather... odd?"
"He English. Ye're asking me if he's odd? "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

3 " I give ye my body to protect ye, my heart to love ye, and my soul for all eternity. I am yours. "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

4 " A young woman stepped in front of the dais and cleared her throat. She had reddish-brown hair that hung in loose waves down her back. Her figure was slender and regal, and Ian could have easily drowned in her emerald eyes. But what captured his attention the most was the way the lass carried herself—confident, yet seemingly unaware of her true beauty.
She wore a black gown with hanging sleeves, and the embroidered petticoat under her skirts was lined in gray. With the added reticella lace collar and cuffs dyed with yellow starch, she looked as though she should have been at the English court rather than in the Scottish Highlands.
“Pardon me, Ruairi. Ravenna wanted me to tell you that we’re taking little Mary to the beach. We won’t be long. We’ll be in the garden until the mounts are readied, if you need us.”
When the woman’s eyes met Ian’s, something clicked in his mind. His face burned as he remembered. He shifted in the seat and pulled his tunic away from his chest. Why was the room suddenly hot? He felt like he was suffocating in the middle of the Sutherland great hall.
God help him.
This was the same young chit who had pined after him, following him around the castle and nipping at his heels like Angus, Ruairi’s black wolf. But like everything else that had transformed around here, so had she. She was no longer a girl but had become an enchantress—still young, but beautiful nevertheless. His musings were interrupted by a male voice.
“Munro, ye do remember Lady Elizabeth, eh?”
How could he forget the reason why he’d avoided Sutherland lands for the past three years? "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

5 " She was no longer a girl but had become an enchantress - still young, but beautiful nevertheless. His musings were interrupted by a male voice.
"Munro, ye do remember Lady Elizabeth, eh?"
How could he forget the reason why he'd avoided Sutherland lands for the past three years? "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

6 " 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 , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

7 " Why isn’t the captain of your guard traveling with us…with you?”
He chuckled in response. “He stays behind with my men to guard Munro lands in my absence. I can nae leave my clan and lands unprotected.”
“I understand, but what about your safety?”
“Now lass, ye would nae be questioning my prowess on the battlefield, would ye?” When she took a sharp intake of breath, he smiled, and she realized he was jesting. “Many men will nae approach or engage me because of my looks. Ye witnessed that nae long ago with the Sutherland guard. Sometimes being nae
fair of face has its advantages.”
“I believe true beauty comes from within, and I don’t think men stay away from you because you think you are not a comely man. I’m certain their behavior has more to do with the fact that you’re the
size of a mountain.” Brushing her skirts, Elizabeth wiped off imaginary dirt. “How many days will you be staying with us before you and my brothers-in-law attend court?”
“I doona know. It depends on when we arrive, a few days mayhap.”
“Have you been to court before?”
“Aye, more times than I care to count.” There was strong censure in his tone.
“I’ve never had the chance. Grace attended a few times, and then we moved to Scotland.”
“Ye’re nae missing anything. In truth, ’tis nay place for a young lass.”
“Then I guess I’m in luck because I’m eighteen now.” When a questioning expression crossed his face, she quickly rose. She wasn’t certain what provoked her sudden flare of temper, but between Uncle Walter, Grace, and the unexplained emotions raging within her about Ian, her voice became laced with
sarcasm. “It’s getting late and past the bedtime for a young lass.”
Ian flew to his feet. For such a large man, he moved faster than she would’ve expected. He loomed over her and grabbed her arm to stay her. “Wait. That’s nae what I meant.”
There was a heavy silence.
“Then what did you mean?” When he didn’t respond and released his grip, she met his gaze. “Have a pleasant evening, Laird Munro.” She turned on her heel and did not look back. As she walked away, she almost laughed at the irony. That’s what she should’ve done years ago. At least now she was determined to leave the past where it belonged.
She was traveling home to England, and that’s where her future lie. "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

8 " Fagan laughed. "See what ye have to look forward to, Munro? Ye better get used to that. Our women donna hesitate to put us in our place, and rightfully so."
"As long as that place is by Elizabeth's side, I donna mind. "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

9 " Lass, we can speak about anything ye want on the morrow. But his eve, ye are mine. "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)

10 " Ian knew he had to kiss Elizabeth when he saw that fire in her eyes and heard the passion in her voice. He pulled her against him, and his kiss was urgent, like that of a hungry lover. Licking her lip, he forced her to open her mouth, and she did not resist. How he wanted to devour her softness, her innocence.
“Och, Elizabeth.”
He clutched her as if he could not get enough. His lips left her mouth, trailing down her neck to her collarbone. She moaned at each touch, her mewling sounds firing his passion even more. Trying to maintain some sense of reason, he pulled back, giving her the opportunity to deny him. But she only looked at him with glazed passion.
Ian molded her to him, his arms wrapping around her like a vise. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and he shuddered with desire. She gently pulled away from him, breathless.
“Laird Munro…” She placed her hands on his arms, and a chuckle escaped him.
“I would think after that kiss, ye’d call me Ian.” Rather than releasing her as he should, he pulled her close. “We will cease, but let me simply hold ye.”
Rubbing his hands over her back, he felt her hands on his chest. What the hell was he thinking? He’d almost lost control with Elizabeth. God’s teeth! If the lass would have permitted him, he would’ve taken her standing here. That wasn’t necessarily true. He still had some sense of chivalry left within him. He would have at least thrown her on the bed.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from her. “Come. I will escort ye back to your room.”
She couldn’t look him in the eye. “That’s not necessary. It’s late. No one will be in the hall.”
He placed his hand at the small of her back. “I insist.”
Neither spoke as he escorted her to her chamber. He did not know what to say. Besides, he was trying too hard not to fall over his own two feet. Opening her door, he waited as she entered her room. She turned around and gave him a tender smile.
“Ian…” She spoke softly, and her eyes never left his. “I don’t understand what just happened between us, but I don’t want to be hurt anymore.”
His eyebrows shot up. “What do ye mean? I doona understand all of this either, but I assure ye, my intentions are nae to cause ye pain.” At least he spoke the truth because he wasn’t sure what his purpose was in kissing her.
“I don't want you to push me away. My heart couldn't bear it because I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you.”
Elizabeth slowly closed the door in his face, and Ian paled. "

― Victoria Roberts , Kill or Be Kilt (Highland Spies, #3)