{"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 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":"He inclined his head toward a fallen log. 'Come. Let us break our fast.'\tShe pushed the heels of her hands against her temples as if she had an ache in her head. 'I need a cup of coffee.'\tWilliam sat on a log. 'What is this ye say ... Coffee?'\tShe looked at him and arched one brow as if she considered him daft. 'It's a hot drink that helps me wake up in the morning.'\t'But ye are already awake.","author":"Amy Jarecki","tags":["fractured-retelling-of-history","historical-romance","medieval-romance","scottish-romance","time-travel-romance","william-wallace"],"id":103417,"author_id":"Amy+Jarecki"},{"text":"My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.","author":"Mark Noce","tags":["historical-romance","medieval","medieval-romance"],"id":109482,"author_id":"Mark+Noce"},{"text":"A sudden yearning to hold Artagan close overtakes me, to smell the scent of his skin and run my hands through his tousled black hair. He will soon ride into peril again as he has many times before. No matter how often he rides away, I never get used to it.","author":"Mark Noce","tags":["action-and-adventure","historical-fiction","historical-romance","medieval","medieval-romance"],"id":114084,"author_id":"Mark+Noce"},{"text":"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.","author":"Amy Jarecki","tags":["fractured-history","historical-romance","medieval-romance","scottish-romance","william-wallace"],"id":118648,"author_id":"Amy+Jarecki"},{"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":"She ... Grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through.\t'Ye harness your udders?' The man was insufferable.\t'For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.","author":"Amy Jarecki","tags":["fractured-retelling-of-history","historical-romance","medieval-romance","scottish-romance","time-travel-romance"],"id":131941,"author_id":"Amy+Jarecki"},{"text":"I never was the type of noblewoman to stay by the hearth while the men rode into battle anyway. As my father always used to say with the shake of his head, the blood of the Old Tribes runs strong in me.","author":"Mark Noce","tags":["historical-romance","medieval","medieval-romance","romance"],"id":149041,"author_id":"Mark+Noce"},{"text":"Barely able to breathe, Eva's tongue slipped across her lips.\tHe moved a bit closer. 'Every time ye walk past, I want ye. Your scent sends my insides into a maelstrom of need.'\tShe closed her eyes and drew out the moment, wishing he'd say that again. Oh, how delectable to listen to a medieval Scotsman declare his desire.","author":"Amy Jarecki","tags":["fractured-retelling-of-history","historical-romance","medieval-romance","scottish-romance","william-wallace"],"id":154156,"author_id":"Amy+Jarecki"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":27,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}