Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit...

I’M SCOTTISH!

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...

You can only chase a butterfly for so long.

The writing talent of Edinburgh is textured – we have poets, novelists, non-fiction writers, dramatists and more.

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn’t have tried to turn ya into a snake.

To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.

My energies have been drained.Masturbating too much will do that.

I doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today!

I had zero idea of what I was doing.. I honestly had no idea where to start. All I knew was I had something I craved to say.. I wanted to create art that lived...

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.

Wow, you are super drunk.

Emotions like these didn’t happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn’t or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

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.

His clan, his lands, his title-those were his duty. But Gwyneth was his delight. His reason to smile.

I know. He doesn’t,” Lydia answered.

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.

No, you wouldn’t. You love my arse, darling!”, he walked backwards few feet in front of me.His big smile was enough to make me grin and roll my eyes again at him.

An old liar told me hereTo think ahead and save my money.I should have spent it on ribbons.I should have learned the tune my dead grandfather playedWhen the daft wife heard him resoundingIn the deep...

And that was just my hand, love.

Are you the right person?” Lachlan wondered, as he took a half step forward.Cormag took a deep breath and brushed at a strand of hair that was sticking out at a funny angle from behind...

Release Lady Mirabelle and the kitten or I’ll run you through, skewering your belly, pinching out your life.

She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war.

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you?

…but the air’s flat and stale and the people half-hearted. There’s nothing to do there. You can make love without trouble or meaning, or get mildly drunk, or extract second-hand emotions from the cinema, or...

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!

The sparkle and morning-freshness of the shop, and the butter-conjuring girl, formed a mind-picture which accompanied the whole of my youth.(about the Buttercup Dairy)

For your next act, please don’t pull any rabbits out of my… well, hat.”….He licked playfully at her mouth. “And ya can’t call my manhood ‘rabbit’.At least give it a manly name I can brag...

The old agility was still present and the passion was undeniable, but it was the wobbling of the gut, the puffing of the cheeks and the profuse sweating that lent the performance its true magic.

One of Scotland’s most important cultural exports – stories.

I’m as Scottish as they come.

There’s nothing sweet about me, love,” he said.

If ye canna see the bright side o’ life, polish the dull side

For me, writing stories set, well, wherever they’re best set, is a form of cultural curiosity that is uniquely Scottish – we’re famous for travelling in search of adventure.

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.

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...

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...

The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction

Scotland consistently produces world-class writers.

For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,” Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.

You can cover a great deal of country in books.

If Scotsmen don’t wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?

An exaltation of spirit lifted me, as it were, far above the earth and the sinful creatures crawling on its surface; and I deemed myself as an eagle among the children of men, soaring on...

Many existing top 20 Scottish writers have flourished in part because of good turns done by institutions, arts community, libraries and bookshops.

Ha, Euann put a mint in there.

I get recognised in the street, but that’s more from all the Scottish people who are down in Blackpool on their holidays.

Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked,” Charlotte whispered. “How could you only say he was ‘all right’?

Though the continued march of intellect and education have nearly obliterated from the mind of the Scots a belief in the marvelous, still a love of the supernatural lingers among the more mountainous districts of...

I’m proud of the culture I come from – we’re a small country and a close-knit community.