Erotic Historical Romance Quotes

#1. Marcus stood at the mantel mirror, fussing with his lace cuffs, adjusting his cravat and openly admiring his reflection. "I'll beguile her with the full power of my persuasive charm."
"And should that fail?"
Marcus turned to his secretary with a slow, devious grin. "Why, Nick, I'd have thought it obvious. I'll just have to ruin her."
-A BREACH OF PROMISE #Quote by Victoria Vane

#2. Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded – not by one, or two or three, but by many, one after the other. What it is to lose yourself among many, so that your identity exists only as 'woman': a goddess of flesh and desire. No names, no promises, no social niceties, no conversational conventions: only lust and fulfillment."

Mademoiselle Noire - in The Gentlemen's Club #Quote by Emmanuelle De Maupassant

#3. Nicholas broke the seal and scanned the contents. He looked up at Marcus with a chuckle. "Why, it appears you may get your wish for perpetual bachelorhood after all. She wants to end your engagement."
Marcus started from his chair. "The hell she does! What's possessed her?"
"Perhaps she realizes your extreme reluctance to tie the knot after waiting ... what is it? Five years since your betrothal announcement?"
"Six," Marcus snapped. "But who's counting."
"Perhaps Miss Trent?" Nick needled with a quirk of his lips.
- A BREACH OF PROMISE #Quote by Victoria Vane

#4. Ned seemed so different from any other man of her acquaintance, and, certainly, the antithesis of the rake she had set her sights on. She had chosen DeVere as her best prospect, yet after only this short time in Ned's company, she couldn't help fervently wishing that he was DeVere. She should feel triumphant that her goal was within easy reach ... In truth, it was as if her appetite had been whetted for beefsteak ... only to be served liver instead.
-A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE #Quote by Victoria Vane

#5. You think Diana would come to your bed?" Ned threw his head back and laughed. "You're mad! First of all, she would never break her marriage vows. Secondly, she's certainly deduced by now what a whoremonger you are. She wouldn't touch you with gloves, my friend." from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW (DEVIL DEVERE book #3) #Quote by Victoria Vane

#6. Damn, but it was a night, Ned! Now, not to be outdone, it appears our reverend mother Hayes is inspired by Captain Cook's latest voyage to the South Pacific."
"I give the woman credit for creativity." Ned laughed. "Have you read John Hawkesworth's account of the voyage?"
Ludovic's brows lifted ever so slightly. "Come now, Ned, do I truly look like a man who entertains himself with books? #Quote by Victoria Vane

#7. I never would have conceived that he would finally succumb to marriage. How did you ever convince him?"
"I must actually credit Lady Russell. She explained to me that a man desires above all things to think himself his own master. Thus, I had only to convince Marcus that marrying me was entirely his own idea."
-A BREACH OF PROMISE #Quote by Victoria Vane

#8. From THE DEVIL YOU KNOW-
She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master ... and a ruthless bastard. #Quote by Victoria Vane

#9. You intend to keep me confined in here with you for three days?" His voice was low and ominous.
"It doesn't have to take three days," she said, "It just depends how long it takes for you to come to your senses."
"My senses?" he shook her so hard she thought her teeth would rattle. "It is you whose mind is disordered if you think you can tame me like some pet! Is that what you think, Vesta? That you can somehow turn a man like me into your little lap dog?"
"No," she said, as earnest as she had ever been in her life. "I could never imagine you as a lap dog. Ever. You are a Mastiff. Big, powerful, dignified, brave, and yet gentle." She nodded with a look of self satisfaction. "Yes. Most definitely a Mastiff."
from THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS #Quote by Victoria Vane

#10. DeVere smiled. A mistress is a fine thing, Ned, but a married mistress with a compacent husband is the very best bargain. They cost far less tokeep, make fewer demands, and should any inconvenient package arrive, it may easily be presented to the cuckold, an altogether neat arrangement. #Quote by Victoria Vane

#11. 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. #Quote by Angela Quarles

#12. Narrow-minded historians will say there's no proof that [Meriwether] Lewis was dude-loving. Another telling indication was that his Newfoundland dog was named "Seaman". Talk about a Freudian slip. What straight man like to go around saying "Seaman, come! Seaman, come!" amid a group of strapping beefcake? #Quote by Bob Smith

#13. It is too late for me to learn your wisdom in this matter. From the time I knew aught, I have lived with a knight and his lady whose love lit and warmed the dark hall on winter's nights. Madam, my example comes not from any book of romance. My grandparents walked and breathed; they kissed and quarreled. This I must have, and I will seek it with the point of my knife in a bad husband's heart if I can find it no other way. #Quote by Roberta Gellis

#14. He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he'd seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn't quite name. #Quote by Angela Quarles

#15. And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest. #Quote by Isolde Martyn

#16. A gentleman can't let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed."
"But you are not a gentleman," she pointed out. "You are the greatest scoundrel in all the land."
He tilted his head to consider that. "All right. You take the chair. #Quote by Christina Brooke

#17. Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."
He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music. #Quote by Pamela Clare

#18. Am I Dead?"

Had she fallen to her doom and this was all an elaborate fantasy? Was this the place between life and death? Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran towards the man that wasn't there, wanting to cling to him, to find something to save her from this torture. #Quote by M. Keep

#19. Captain Bailey's face went rigid as he stepped aside, revealing another bicorne-crowned officer just behind him.
The gentleman joined their circle, probing Milly with his gaze. He was handsome, more so than the other two. The upward tilt of his chin, confident set to his shoulders, and seductive smile lifting one corner of his mouth sent a wave of disquiet through her middle.
She'd met this sort before.
The silver tassels on his epaulettes glimmered in the firelight and spoke of power, and she lowered her eyes, pointedly aware she didn't belong here, surrounded by such important men, addressing them as if anything she said were worthy of their consideration. She sucked in a deliberate breath and drew back ever so slightly.
Captain Bailey matched her move and slipped a hand to the back of her elbow. She suspected the touch was meant to be one of support. Instead, she felt trapped.
"Miss Milly Wilkins, may I present Captain Jameson Collins?" Captain Bailey's voice was clipped, and Milly feared he was beginning to see through the ruse.
The sound of rattling chains stemmed from the shadows and her eyes darted toward it. Any minute these officers would realize she should be shackled as well. Could they see through the shadows of her hood to the pulse pounding in her neck? #Quote by April W. Gardner

#20. If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it's better than rats. #Quote by Anne Stuart

#21. A witty vicar once said that a good marriage is like a pair of scissors with the couple inseparable joined, often moving in opposite directions, yet always destroying anyone who comes between them. The trick is for the blades to learn to work smoothly together, so as not to cut each other. #Quote by Mary Jo Putney

#22. He stared at her, his dark eyes unfathomable. "You could meet a better, worthier man."
She laughed, a strained, harsh sound. "I've already met one--he's marrying my sister!"
The words blazed forth, hanging in the air as though etched in fire, impossible to recall or deny. They stared at each other, scarcely breathing--then, in an instant, Trevenan closed the distance between them in one stride and pulled her to him, arms banding around her like iron.
Their mouths met in a fierce mutual claiming, and the world went white around them--white as lightning, white as the heart of a flame. Closing her eyes, Aurelia let herself fall, deep into a void where all that existed was his touch, his taste, and the hot, urgent press of his lips against hers. This, she thought hazily. Yes, this. And knew by his response, the guttural moan in his throat, that it was the same for him. Love, that is first and last of all things made...
"Damn you, James! Why couldn't you wait for me? #Quote by Pamela Sherwood

#23. To Jane's horror, he unfolded her paper and read aloud. "Possible Candidates as Lovers. #Quote by Tina Gabrielle

#24. I've never kissed an art forger before" Lord Huntington to Eliza Somerton in "An Artful Seduction #Quote by Tina Gabrielle

#25. She lifted her chin and glared at him. "If you had but asked, I would've informed you that I do not attend masquerades." "That is precisely why I didn't ask. #Quote by Erica Ridley

#26. Where are we going?" Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist.
"To the house. If they're not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I'll have to debauch you in front of someone else. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#27. Devilment showed in his eyes. "Well, since it is a trial, we should practice so that we can perfect our kisses."
"You need no practice. You are clearly an expert. #Quote by Vicky Dreiling

#28. Stand for the Right" that "Wrong might take a Seat #Quote by Leona W. Smith

#29. But one by one she'd been cutting away the tangle of propriety so that with each thread she cut loose, she was slowly finding the freedom to be herself and not someone else's version of who she ought to be. #Quote by Jody Hedlund

#30. A brusque whisper coaxed Phillip from slumber. Someone had called his name. The cot squeaked as he sat up and squinted at a featureless silhouette. "Who is it?"
"Rise. Quick. Bring your medicine maker." The ragged voice belonged to True Seeker.
Tasked with keeping a watchful eye on Milly, the young man would come to Phillip at this hour for only one reason. He swung his legs to the ground. With one foot going into his trousers, he took a wide step across the narrow barracks and jostled Buck's shoulder.
His friend was on his feet and half-dressed before Phillip left the building, alarm urging his feet to a gallop. No one need tell him which direction to go. He buckled his sword belt as he went. The scabbard slapped his leg with each footfall, bringing to mind a similar night not long enough ago. His stride lengthened.
This time, he would run Collins clean through. #Quote by April W. Gardner

#31. Burning her husband's bed was a mistake. Alison could see that now. #Quote by Margaret Mallory

#32. Sphinx Resurrected by Christine Murphy gives a new romantic twist to the realm of the paranormal. The world building is extraordinary and pulls you in to the powerful domain of the Sphinx Warriors and won't let you go. #Quote by Marti Ziegler

#33. The sun glanced off a long, wicked looking knife in the Comanche's grip. At least Cash wouldn't have long to mourn. The other Indians held similar weapons, but they hung back as their leader knelt next to Sullivan. He muttered something, low and guttural, a single syllable that sounded like an insult, then picked up a lock of Sullivan's hair.
The knife descended toward his scalp.
"No!" Reese shouted. "Me."
The Comanche paused and stared at him with a spark of interest, almost admiration. But that couldn't be since the Indian had no idea what Reese was saying. He continued to try anyway.
"Me first." He struggled, wishing he could use his hands to point at himself.
"Shut the hell up, Reese," Sullivan said.
"What possible difference does it make who they kill first?" "Who knows what might happen. While they're working on me, anyone could show up and save the rest of you."
"In that case, me first," Cash drawled. "Me."
"No. Yo primero!"
"Kid, I'm the only one without a wife and far too many children. No one would miss me."
"I would." The words were punctuated by the distinct sound of a rifle being cocked. All eyes turned toward the man who had appeared at the edge of the clearing.
Cash's sigh of relief was in direct contrast to the sneer in his voice. "About damn time, Rev. We've been waitin' on you. #Quote by Lori Handeland

#34. I love historical romance, absolutely love it. #Quote by Julie Garwood

#35. Cole stilled when his feral eyes found her, roaming every inch as though searching for a wound. The doorway framed him like a portal to purgatory, and he stood like an avenging archangel come to wreak a wrath no less than biblical. The swells of his powerful chest heaved against the white of his shirtsleeves now blotched and stained with blood. The blade on his prosthesis was extended past the motionless metal fingers, and blood dripped from it into a thick crimson puddle on the marble floor. #Quote by Kerrigan Byrne

#36. If only I'd realized earlier that it never pays to fight evil with evil. But after watching my father die, I'd been consumed with bitterness and had allowed it to lead me astray from what was righteous and pleasing to God. #Quote by Jody Hedlund

#37. What are your intentions toward my sister?"
Marcus was taken aback. "Intentions?"
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," Cahan snarled. "I've seen the way you look at her."
"If you'll take a moment to observe," the Roman countered, mustering patience, "you'll notice I'm not the only man who has cast his eye upon her once or twice. #Quote by Jennifer McKeithen

#38. ... not within my memory."

"All 300 years of it?"

That comment earned her a frown.
"My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I should not tease you about being so old."

"Nay, feel free."
His slow smile flashed in the moonlight.
"I would be happy to prove to you that I possess all the prowess and stamina of a man of 30. Mayhap I should demonstrate. #Quote by Shelly Thacker

#39. Dare I say anything now? #Quote by Catherine Crumber

#40. He poured a splash of liquid into a second cup. "Come in and warm yerself by the fire."
Ariana 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.
Connor appeared beside her with a metal cup extended. "I canna sleep often myself."
She closed her fingers around the cool surface and glanced at the dark liquid within. A sharp scent hit her nostrils.
"Whisky," Connor said.
He 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.
"Whisky," Ariana said with a forced stare at the cup instead of him. "Of course. I drink this all the time."
"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."
"Why do you assume my thoughts are unsettled?" she asked.
He took a swallow from his cup. "Because sleep comes easily to those without weight on their minds."
Ariana 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.
She gritted her teeth and swallowed hard several times to keep from sputtering.#Quote by Madeline Martin