{"quotes":[{"text":"He poured a splash of liquid into a second cup. “Come in and warm yerself by the fire.”\tAriana walked deeper into the room, toward the glow of the hearth. It’s heat enveloped her skin and eased away the chill with such expediency, she almost sighed.\tConnor appeared beside her with a metal cup extended. “I canna sleep often myself.”\tShe closed her fingers around the cool surface and glanced at the dark liquid within. A sharp scent hit her nostrils.\t“Whisky,” Connor said.\tHe was perfection in the firelight. Shadows etched his jaw while the light softened his face, his lips. The powerful lines of his chest were visible at the neck of his leine, as well as a dark peppering of small curling black hairs.\t“Whisky,” Ariana said with a forced stare at the cup instead of him. “Of course. I drink this all the time.”\t“Aye, I knew that about ye. When I first saw ye, I thought, ‘Now there’s a lass who can handle her whisky.’” Connor winked at her with disarming playfulness. “It’ll do ye some good. Take off the chill and settle yer thoughts.”\t“Why do you assume my thoughts are unsettled?” she asked.\tHe took a swallow from his cup. “Because sleep comes easily to those without weight on their minds.”\tAriana took a careful sip from her own cup, the way she’d seen men at the card tables drink. The liquid burned like sin down her throat and caught in her chest.\tShe gritted her teeth and swallowed hard several times to keep from sputtering.\tThough she’d hoped to keep her reaction discreet, the grin on Connor’s face told her he saw through her guise.\t“It’s good.” Her voice came out in a croak and Connor laughed. It was a warm, rich sound and she found it terribly pleasing.\tHis eyes crinkled. “Now that we’ve discovered yer love of whisky, why dinna ye tell me what’s got yer thoughts heavy?","author":"Madeline Martin","tags":["historical","king-james","mystery","romance","scottish","spies"],"id":12142,"author_id":"Madeline+Martin"},{"text":"If ye canna see the bright side o' life, polish the dull side.","author":"Christina Dodd","tags":["christina-dodd","funny","scottish"],"id":24296,"author_id":"Christina+Dodd"},{"text":"To us children he (Mr Ewing) was our very own ‘Mr Chips’ and invariably we would each receive half a crown whenever we encountered him on his afternoon walk. If we were particularly lucky, he would send us to the ‘Big House’ for ice-cream – a rare treat in the early 1950s.","author":"Bill Scott","tags":["andrew-ewing","bill-scott","buttercup","buttercup-dairy","buttercup-poultry-farm-park","clermiston","compassion","corstorphine","leith","philanthropist","philanthropy","quotes","scottish","social-history"],"id":33434,"author_id":"Bill+Scott"},{"text":"There's nothing sweet about me, love,' he said.","author":"Michelle M. Pillow","tags":["highlanders","magic","romance","scottish","shifters","witches"],"id":35974,"author_id":"Michelle+M.+Pillow"},{"text":"Her eyes widened, convinced by the size of it that his shaft was fully erect. She blinked several times. No, she was wrong. The bulge moved, growing as she watched it.'Not that I mind ya staring, love, but I've got an appointment I must keep.","author":"Michelle M. Pillow","tags":["highlander","magic","romance","scottish","shifter","witches"],"id":36183,"author_id":"Michelle+M.+Pillow"},{"text":"Scotland consistently produces world-class writers.","author":"Sara Sheridan","tags":["culture","export","scotland","scottish","world-class","writers"],"id":51424,"author_id":"Sara+Sheridan"},{"text":"Lachlan frowned as he misjudged the distance and his forehead hit Cormag's head with a bump. He wrapped his arms around his neck to steady himself, two big hands reaching up to hold onto his arms as if to offer extra support. “You,” he began, talking quietly into his ear, “are so beautiful,” he confessed, resting his heavy skull against Cormag's for a moment.He meant it as well. Cormag was stunning. He was taller and broader than he was, very much the fine figure of hotness. His dark hair was well kept, but a little messy, he had amazing bone structure; the type that made him look more like a model than a museum manager. A chiselled jaw, nicely defined cheekbones and a rugged quality thatmade him so appealing. He had never noticed how handsome a male face could be until those eyes drew him in.“And so are you,” his companion chuckled, “but we discussed this…I've ruined every relationship I've ever had. I get needy, possessive and my baggage gets in the way.Besides,” he lowered his voice to a whisper and brushed his hand over his upper arm, “You're not gay,” he protested, reminding him yet again that they were different.“Nope. Not gay,” he agreed with that, nodding his head as he pulled back a little to see him better. “But that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Why is it wrong that I can see how special you are?” he asked, having difficulty understanding why part of his brainwas telling him he was being a drunken idiot and that the man before him wasn'tattractive. But the rest of his brain – about ninety-eight percent of it – was telling him that he was the most attractive person he'd ever seen.“It's not, Lachlan. It really isn't.”“But it's somehow wrong for me to tell you?” Lachlan wondered, glancing across the bar to see Matteo smiling at him. He didn't know what it meant.Cormag cupped his face, capturing his undivided attention again. “No. Not thateither. But it makes it hard for me to keep my distance. You're stunning. Inside and out,” he claimed, with chocolatey eyes that said he meant every word.","author":"Elaine White","tags":["coming-of-age","gay","lgbt","love","m-m","novel","romance","scottish","story"],"id":62274,"author_id":"Elaine+White"},{"text":"She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war.","author":"Madeline Martin","tags":["love","love-story","romance","scottish","scottish-romance"],"id":64291,"author_id":"Madeline+Martin"},{"text":"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.","author":"Madeline Martin","tags":["love","romance","romance-novels","scottish","scottish-romance"],"id":66787,"author_id":"Madeline+Martin"},{"text":"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.","author":"Michelle M. Pillow","tags":["highlanders","magic","romance","scottish","shifter","witches"],"id":69573,"author_id":"Michelle+M.+Pillow"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":67,"pages":7,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}