{"author":"Angela Quarles","author_id":"Angela+Quarles","total_quotes":19,"quotes":[{"text":"She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. “You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer.” He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She’d take it. “May I indeed?” He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. “If I must.” His warm sigh tickled across her neck. “After all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander.” Would Robert never let her forget that?","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","knight","knightly-romance","medieval-romance","norman","time-travel-romance","wales","welsh"],"id":13528,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"Her passion for these items lit her eyes. The claws for instinct and desire gripped him. Her passion for history, he had to drink it, transmute it into another kind of passion. He framed her face with his hands, pushed her back into the recess between the two cases, and captured her silken mouth with his own.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","time-travel-romance"],"id":53233,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn’t interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot through her as his finger made a query, and the need clarified. The need represented her desire for some measure of control. Control over her general situation. Control over her attraction. She answered with a gentle finger stroke along his calloused, warm skin. A sharp breath pierced the dark air.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","knight","medieval-romance","time-travel-romance","wales"],"id":76430,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"His heat, his erotic pull—she could feel it. A weird, pulsing, virtual pull tugging at her skin, her nerve endings. Made her want to…touch. Made her want. The more she resisted the urge, the stronger it became. It would be a relief, really. To just…touch. One little touch. Just one.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","knight","medieval-time-travel-romance","wales"],"id":78175,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"The pulse visible in the pale column of her neck vibrated faster, her intoxicating scent washed over him, and he was dizzy with lust. Even through his mail and gambeson, he could feel her womanly curves crushed against his hard chest. He uncurled his fingers from her throat and ran the tough leather of his palm’s mitten along her neck and to the enticing curve of her shoulder. He nudged her mantle an inch, exposing skin. He cursed that his hand was covered in mail. How long had he wanted to taste, to touch her precious skin? Unable to resist, he bent and, with his tongue, touched, tasted the heat of the skin on her collarbone. Oh, Christ, she was lovely. She shivered, and satisfaction roared through him.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","knight","medieval-time-travel-romance","wales"],"id":87194,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"She straightened and crossed her arms. “I can’t sleep with you,” she blurted.… “As you please.”“As you please?” She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She’d braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. “You aren’t going to try to talk me into it?”“I need not talk women into lying with me.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","knight","knightly-romance","medieval-romance","norman","time-travel-romance","wales","welsh"],"id":118960,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["castles","historical-romance","medieval-romance","norman","time-travel-romance","wales","welsh"],"id":190351,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"The rapid pulse in her wrist vibrated against his lips. His own rhythm matching the jumps in her heartbeat. He closed his eyes, breathed in her sweet scent one last time, and looked down into her eyes. She stared back at him, boldly assessing. God help him. He could not seduce her. He could not live with himself if he did. Expecting her to remove her hand, he closed his eyes again and sighed softly, willing his body to relax. Her hand slowly left his face. This is for the best. His heart and body ached at the loss and the unfulfillment of his desires. The next instant, her gentle hand stroked his chin and bottom lip and his whole body jerked. He kept his eyes closed, afraid to break the spell. Warm fingers slid down his neck. Shivers coursed up and down his spine. Sweet was the torment and fragile was his control as he felt it slip away.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["historical-romance","time-travel-romance"],"id":208903,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. “How can you be so calm?” He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. “Come with me.” “For what?” “That’s part of the lesson.” Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? “Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now.” That made no sense—what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes. “Listen to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that’s all you can do, all you can be.” His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["castles","historical-romance","knight","medieval-romance","norman","time-travel-romance","welsh"],"id":262395,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"},{"text":"Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.","author":"Angela Quarles","tags":["castles","historical-romance","knight","knight-romance","medieval-romance","normans","time-travel-romance","wales"],"id":265723,"author_id":"Angela+Quarles"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":19,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}