Amy Jarecki’s Top 10 Popular and Famous Quotes

Ten of My Favourite Amy Jarecki Quotes 

Quotes, who doesn’t love a good quote? This series of articles we look at Top 10 Famous Quotes by Author Amy Jarecki, author quotes are always a challenge and fun to pick, with Amy Jarecki you will find my Ten favourites of Amy Jarecki’s quotes. 

Popular Quotes

“Her breath caught when his erection shot to rigid. “Merciful Father, Ye’re like a stallion with a mare in heat.”
― Amy Jarecki, Beauty and the Barbarian

 “Eva’s chin ticked up. “Are you threatening me, m’lord?”
Scoffing, he gave an exaggerated eye roll. “Heaven forbid someone threaten William Wallace’s woman.”
Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him for a moment. Even if he’d seen her take the pictures, he wouldn’t have a clue what she was up to. And she’d turned the flash off. He had absolutely no grounds on which to make any accusations. With a dismissive nod she turned her attention back to Christina.
“But—” Comyn stepped closer, making the hackles on the back of Eva’s neck stand on end. “One day that big fella will fall out of favor, and then a pretty lassie such as yourself willna be so smug.”
“I beg your pardon, Lord Comyn?” Lady Murray threw her shoulders back. “You over inflate your station. Regardless of your noble birth, Miss Eva is the daughter of a knight, and I daresay she ought not be spoken to like a mere commoner.”
“Not to worry.” Eva flashed a wry grin. “I am very comfortable being identified as among the loyal servants of Scotland. Unlike some high-ranking gentry present whose questionable actions have proved their very hypocrisy, and their willingness to change allegiances on a whim only to protect their personal wealth.”
― Amy Jarecki, In the Kingdom’s Name

“When their lips finally met, all the pent up emotion within Christina’s breast surged, funneling into a whirlwind of heat. Pushing away all thoughts, she allowed herself only to feel. Lachlan could be so physical, so powerful, so brutal, but when he wrapped his arms around her, Christina felt invincible. Be it true or nay, she felt loved, and cherished, and valued. Reaching up, she slid her fingers through his locks. Soft waves of thick tresses contrasted with hardened male….
As his kiss eased, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand. “I wish I could hold you in my arms forever.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler’s Christmas

 “My mum always taught that the truth will set you free.”
“Did she now?”
“Mm hmm,” Lachlan brushed the pad of his pointer finger over her cheek’s silken skin. “But she kept one truth hidden from me until very recently.”
“What was that?”
He gulped. “You know the truth thing on the medallion?
“Aye.”
“Well, if that’s my rallying cry, then it will mean the world to me if you trust that I’m not lying.”
She let the disk drop back to his chest. “Ye can tell me anything, I’d reckon.”
He needed to tell her the truth. “My father is – was William Wallace.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler’s Christmas

 “He hadn’t landed on the battlefield to save Christina, at least not entirely. He’d landed there because it was meant to be – because his destiny lay with a bonny woman who would capture his heart and show him honor and respect on a uniquely deep level that had been lost in the twenty-first century.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler’s Christmas

 “Rocking back on his haunches, he ran the pad of his thumb down her sex and swirled it through her moisture. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Tis a good thing?” she asked with a tremor in her voice.
His deep chuckle rolled though her chest. “Aye, a very good thing.”
― Amy Jarecki, Highland Knight of Rapture

“The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside as if he were a helpless lad. If she’d come at him with a dagger, he might have let her stab him in the heart.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Highland Henchman

 “Blessed desire gripped her nether parts as her passion inflamed. Helen shamelessly rocked her hips from side to side. “My, you have turned me into a wanton woman.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” His voice grew deeper with each word.”
― Amy Jarecki, Highland Knight of Rapture

“Though we are not together in body, know that I will always be with you in spirit. I will be in the whistling wind and in your dreams. Think of me in the joy of watching snow fall and know that I am thinking of you always.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler’s Christmas

“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, Rise of a Legend

10 Famous Quotes by Author Amy Jarecki

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One Final Bonus – Amy Jarecki Quote 

“The first time Christina and Lachlan Meet
…Christina wasn’t about to stop fighting—not until she took her last breath. Boring down with her heels, she thrashed. “Get off me, ye brute.” She would hold her son in her arms this day if it was the last thing she did. And by the shift of the crushing weight on her chest, she only had moments before her life’s breath completely whooshed from her lungs.
The very thought of dying whilst her son was still held captive infused her with strength. With a jab, she slammed the heel of her hand across the man’s chin. He flew from her body like a sack of grain. Praises be, had the Lord granted her with superhuman strength? Blinking, Christina sat up.
No, no. Her strike hadn’t rescued her from the pillager.
A champion had.
A behemoth of a man pummeled the pikeman’s face with his fists. “Never. Ever.” His fists moved so fast they blurred. “Harm. A. Woman!”
Bloodied and battered, the varlet dropped to the dirt.
A swordsman attacked her savior from behind.
“Watch out,” she cried, but before the words left her lips the warrior spun to his feet. Flinging his arm backward, he grabbed his assailant’s wrist, stopped the sword midair and flipped the cur onto his back.
Onward, he fought a rush of English attackers with his bare hands, without armor. Not even William Wallace himself had been so talented. This warrior moved like a cat, anticipating his opponent’s moves before they happened.
Five enemy soldiers lay on their backs.
“Quickly,” the man shouted, running toward her, his feet bare.
No sooner had she rolled to her knees than his powerful arms clamped around her. The wind whipped beneath her feet. He planted her bum in the saddle.
“Behind!” Christina screamed, every muscle in her body clenching taut.
Throwing back an elbow, the man smacked an enemy soldier in the face resulting in a sickening crack.
She picked up her reins and dug in her heels.
“Whoa!” The big man latched onto the skirt of her saddle and hopped behind her, making her pony’s rear end dip. But the frightened galloway didn’t need coaxing. He galloped away from the fight like a deer running from a fox.
Christina peered around her shoulder at the mass of fighting men behind them. “My son!”
“Do you see him?” the man asked in the strangest accent she’d ever heard.
She tried to turn back, but the man’s steely chest stopped her. “They took him.”
“Who?”
“The English, of course.”
The more they talked, the further from the border the galloway took them.
“Huh?” the man mumbled behind her like he’d been struck in the head by a hammer. Everyone for miles knew the Scots and the English were to exchange a prisoner that day.
The champion’s big palm slipped around her waist and held on—it didn’t hurt like he was digging in his fingers, but he pressed firm against her. The sensation of such a powerful hand on her body was unnerving. It had been eons since any man had touched her, at least gently. The truth? Aside from the brutish attack moments ago, Christina’s life had been nothing but chaste.
White foam leached from the pony’s neck and he took in thunderous snorts. He wouldn’t be able to keep this pace much longer. Christina steered him through a copse of trees and up the crag where just that morning she’d stood with King Robert and Sir Boyd before they’d led the Scottish battalion into the valley. There, she could gain a good vantage point and try to determine where the backstabbing English were heading with Andrew this time.
At the crest of the outcropping, she pulled the horse to a halt. “The pony cannot keep going at this pace.”
The man’s eyebrows slanted inward and he gave her a quizzical stare. Good Lord, his tempest-blue eyes pierced straight through her soul. “Are you speaking English?”

― Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler’s Christmas

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