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She wanted to touch him, to throw her arms around him — but something held her back. Maybe it was the fear that her arms would pass right through him, that she would have come all this way only to find a ghost after all.As though he’d been able to read her thoughts, he slowly angled toward her. He raised his hands and held his palms out to her. Isobel lifted her own hands to mirror his. He pressed their palms together, his fingers folding down to lace through hers. She felt a rush of warmth course through her, a relief as pure and sweet as spring rain.He was real. This was real. She had found him. She could touch him. She could feel him. Finally they were together. Finally, finally, they could forget this wasted world and go home."I knew it wasn’t true," she whispered. "I knew you wouldn’t stop believing." He drew her close.Leaning into him, she felt him press his lips to her forehead in a kiss. As he spoke, the cool metal of his lip ring grazed her skin, causing a shudder to ripple through her."You..." His voice, low and breathy, reverberated through her, down to the thin soles of her slippers. "You think you’re different," he said. She felt his hands tighten around hers, gripping hard, too hard.A streak of violet lightning split the sky, striking close behind them.The house, Isobel thought. It had been struck. She could hear it cracking apart. She looked for only a brief moment, long enough to watch it split open."But you’re not," Varen said, calling her attention back to him. Isobel winced, her own hands surrendering under the suddenly crushing pressure of his hold. A face she did not recognize stared down at her, one twisted with anger — with hate."You," he scarcely more than breathed, "are just like every. Body. Else."He moved so fast. Before she could register his words or the fact that she had once spoken them to him herself, he jerked her to one side. Isobel felt her feet part from the rocks. Weightlessness took hold of her as she swung out and over the ledge of the cliff.As he let her go.The wind whistled its high and lonely song in her ears. She fell away into the oblivion of the storm until she could no longer see the cliff — could no longer see him.Only the slip of the pink ribbon as it unraveled from her wrist, floating up and away from her and out of sight forever.
— Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed
Is there an answer to the question of why bad things happen to good people?...The response would be…to forgive the world for not being perfect, to forgive God for not making a better world, to reach out to the people around us, and to go on living despite it all…no longer asking why something happened, but asking how we will respond, what we intend to do now that it has happened.
— Harold S. Kushner
Every great tragedy forms a fertile soil in which a great recovery can take root and blossom...but only if you plant the seeds.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.
— Steven Herrick, Cold Skin
As one who appreciated the tragic side of eating, it seemed to him that anything other than fruit for dessert implied a reprehensible frivolity, and cakes in particular ended up annihilating the flavour of quiet sadness that must be allowed to linger at the end of a great culinary performance.
— Manuel Vázquez Montalbán, La Soledad Del Manager
The greatest tragedy that can befall a man is never to know who he really is.
— James Carlos Blake, The Friends of Pancho Villa
Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.
— Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won't hail the occasion with delight.
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
CHORUS:You that live in my ancestral Thebes, behold this Oedipus,- him who knew the famous riddles and was a man most masterful; not a citizen who did not look with envy on his lot- see him now and see the breakers of misfortune swallow him!Look upon that last day always. Count no mortal happy till he has passed the final limit of his life secure from pain.
— Sophocles, The Complete Greek Tragedies
TEIRESIAS:I tell you, king, this man, this murderer(whom you have long declared you are in search of,indicting him in threatening proclamationas murderer of Laius)- he is here.In name he is a stranger among citizensbut soon he will be shown to be a citizentrue native Theban, and he'll have no joyof the discovery: blindness for sightand beggary for riches his exchange,he shall go journeying to a foreign countrytapping his way before him with a stick.He shall be proved father and brother bothto his own children in his house; to herthat gave him birth, a son and husband both;a fellow sower in his father's bedwith that same father that he murdered.Go within, reckon that out, and if you find memistaken, say I have no skill in prophecy.
— Sophocles, The Complete Greek Tragedies
OEDIPUS: Upon the murderer I invoke this curse-whether he is one man and all unknown, or one of many- may he wear out his life in misery to miserable doom! If with my knowledge he lives at my hearthI pray that I myself may feel my curse. On you I lay my charge to fulfill all this for me, for the God, and for this land of ours destroyed and blighted, by the God forsaken.
— Sophocles, The Complete Greek Tragedies
To be the child of a conficted or reputed witch was inherently dangerous; in one pathetic case in Lorraine a young couple were both accused, and it emerged that they had decided to marry after attending an execution at the stake of their respective parents, 'so that they would have nothing to reproach one another with.
— Robin Briggs, Witches and Neighbors: The Social and Cultural Context of European Witchcraft
Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.
— Kristin Hannah, Angel Falls
We are rational creatures, Professor Jove explained; hope is irrational. We thus set ourselves up for one dispiriting fall after the next. Anger and depression are not diseases or dysfunctions or anomalies; they are perfectly rational responses to the myriad avoidable disappointments that begin in a thoroughly irrational hope.
— Shalom Auslander, Hope: A Tragedy
Tragedy is when someone ends up dead.Everything else is just a bump in the road.
— Gabrielle Zevin, All These Things I've Done
I am dwelling on things I love, even if a measure of tragedy is stitched into everything, if you follow the thread long enough
— Sebastian Barry, On Canaan's Side
It is at the family fireside, often under the shelter of the law itself, that the real tragedies of life are acted; in these days traitors wear gloves, scoundrels cloak themselves in public esteem, and their victims die broken-hearted, but smiling to the last. What I have just related to you is almost an every-day occurrence; and yet you profess astonishment.
— Émile Gaboriau, File No. 113
Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.
— Holly Black, White Cat
I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.
— Gena Showalter, The Darkest Kiss
It's taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you're mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I'll buy you a fucking car" Christian Grey
— E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I saw you.
— Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander
His voice is deep and gravelly. I once heard one of the girls say that he had the voice of a sex god, but because I've never really heard what a sex god sounds like, I can't verify that.
— Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca
So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed.He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.
— Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell
She tossed her towel on her dresser and turned to the bed where shed left her PJs. Only it wasn't just her PJs on the bed anymore. Lucas, eyes wide, sat on the foot of her bed, about four feet from where she stood completely naked. She squealed. He laughed. She dashed for the towel. Once she had it around her, she glared from a still grinning Lucas to the door. "I'm killing Della!" He laughed again. "I'm afraid I might have to protect her for this one.
— C.C. Hunter, Chosen at Nightfall
[T.J.] Without thinking, I held them out to her. She stopped laughing, and looked at me like she wasn't quite sure what I meant. I waited, and she leaned toward me and opened her mouth. I slid my fingers inside, wondering if my eyes were as big as hers. When she sucked the breadfruit off, my breathing got all messed up."More?"She nodded, just barely, and her breathing didn't sound right either. I scooped up some breadfruit and this time, when I put my fingers in her mouth, she put her hand on my wrist. I waited for her to swallow and then I lost my shit completely. I grabbed her face with both hands, and I kissed her, hard. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside. I could have kissed her for days, and if she told me to stop I wasn't sure I'd be able to.
— Tracey Garvis-Graves, On the Island
The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart. And being thoughtful. And being generous. Everything else is crap! I promise you! It's just crap that people try to sell to you to make you feel like less. So don't buy it. Be smart, be thoughtful, and be generous.
— Ashton Kutcher
A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.
— Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow
Oh, for God's sake," I said. "Just give me the stupid thing." I took the panic button and stuck it into my Super Sexy Miracle Bra. "GPS," Ranger said to Morelli. "Probably I can find her breast without it," Morelli said. "But it's good to know there's a navigational system on board if I need it.
— Janet Evanovich, Twelve Sharp
I had to admit the man looked amazing in jeans. The ancient denim clung lightly to his hips and followed the long lines of some remarkable thigh muscles. And although I made a point of not checking out his rear view, my peripheral vision was having a very good day.” ~ Haven Travis on Hardy Cates
— Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil
I heard that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.
— Kerry Cohen
The look of experience suited him, especially because somewhere deep in those eyes, there still lurked a dangerous invitation to play. He had a quality of masculine confidence that was a thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. Perfect goodlooks could leave you cold, but this kind of sexy charisma went straight to your knees. -Haven Travis
— Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil
I can't bury another friend.""You won't.""If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-""Don't" he breathed. "Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night."He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His callused fingers scrapped against her cheekbone, then caressed the shell of her ear. It was foolish to even start down that road, when every other man she'd let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not.There was nothing tender in his face. Only a predator's glittering gaze. "When we get back," he said, "remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head."She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"He gave her a sly smile that made thinking impossible. Exactly what he wanted - to distract her from the horrors of tomorrow. "I'll even let you decide how I tell you: with words"- his eyes flickered once to her mouth- "or with my teeth and tongue.
— Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. -Ella
— Lisa Kleypas, Smooth Talking Stranger
Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I’m-probably-a-murderer-but-I’ve-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you’ll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.
— Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Legacy
He had to remember what she was. Human. Breakable. And he was an animal who liked to play rough.
— Rhyannon Byrd, Touch of Seduction
Come make me sticky.Dimitri to Honor
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
In public, you’re Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you’re Jocelyn Butler—you’re hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,” he breathed. “I like that I know that. I don’t like the fact that other men do too.
— Samantha Young, On Dublin Street
I'll teach you how to come with a man inside you. Not a boy, Addison, a man.
— Ella Frank, Veiled Innocence
Hatsuharu Sohma: [after tripping Kyo] If I hadn't had tripped you you wouldn't have stopped now would you. [addressing the audience]  Hatsuharu Sohma: By the way what I just did was very dangerous. And if it had been anyone but Kyo they probably would have been hurt pretty badly so don't try it at home. Kyo Sohma: Don't try it here and who are you even talking to
— Natsuki Takaya
You're not having sex with him. I know these guys, and you don't. I'm trusting you with Claudia Reeshman. You need to trust me about Dean Robillard." She wouldn't let him off that easily. "You're looking for a wife. Maybe I'm just looking for a little fun." "If you need fun," he shot back, 'I'll give you fun." She was stunned.
— Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Match Me If You Can
What are you doing?” I asked. “Are we getting all Fifty Shades up in here?” He shushed me. “Nothing that dangerous. You won’t need a safe word.
— Sophia Bleu, Catching Liam
Zane brought her hand to his chest, over his heart and she felt the strong rapid beat through his shirt. “Feel that?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “It would break if I fell for you and anything happened that would take you away from me.”--Zane to Willow in 'The Edge of Sin' in the Real Men Last all Night anthology
— Cheyenne McCray
Emil on top of me, his breath heavy on my neck. As our eyes met and held, the playfulness turned into something else entirely, something with a lot more heat. Emil leaned in, barely brushing his lips against my own he whispered, “We were good at this then too.”As his soft lips met mine, my entire body felt molten—liquid and hot, moving seamlessly with his.
— Angela Corbett, Eternal Starling
Finally, she took him in, all wet and sexy beneath her.Every breath and groan echoed over the water. She alternated her gaze from the stars in heaven to the rock star that was currently her heaven.
— Lisa Gillis, Weathering Jack Storm
He moved like a bird; twitching and bunching his shoulders. His head angled back and forth to watch me, and as he did, his biceps tightened. His dark hair was chin length and concealed most of his face. His mouth was wide in a disturbing smile that displayed his perfectly white teeth; the upper and lower canines sharpened to fine points.
— J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness
People who could easily be mistaken as preteens just shouldn’t even try to pull off the look-at-me-I’m-so-serious-and-mysterious-and-sexy look. Especially while driving because, please, you look like you are twelve and a half and driving with a serious look. Most kids who get the opportunity to drive illegally are smiling so big that they look dyslexic and about to piss their pants with excitement because they are in operation of a vehicle that isn’t manufactured by PlayStation. 
— Chase Brooks
He slammed her door shut and spun her so she was facing him.“One more for the road.” She stared at him with a perplexed expression but didn’t back away. “I want another taste,” he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He wanted to touch the curves of her body through the thick fabric of her dress, but he forced himself to concentrate all his efforts on her sexy, soft, pouty lips. When he released her, they were both breathless. Her lips were chapped, and those golden eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality. There was so much electricity between them that, if harnessed, they could power the whole damn city.
— M.K. Schiller, The Do-Over
He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
— Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander
Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)
— Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood
She was tipping her head back to inquire, when two men entered the great hall and the question flew right out of her head. They were simply two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. Twins, though different. They were both tall and powerfully built. One was taller by a few inches, with dark hair that swept just past his shoulders and eyes like shard of silver and ice while the other had long black hair falling in a single braid to his waist, and eyes as gold as Adam's torque. They were elegantly dressed in tailored clothing of dark hues, with magnificent bodies that dripped with raw sex ap
— Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander
Standing in front of him I wipe his liquid from the corner of my mouth and stare deeply. I can see the panic in his eyes. I can smell his fear, deep, rich and growing, and for the first time tonight I’m actually aroused.
— Dennis Sharpe, Blood & Spirits
Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.
— Lynn Raye Harris, Strangers in the Desert
Everything that’s sexy — mussed hair, straps that fall off the shoulder, a sweaty glow on the face — is a bit askew, yes, but touchable.
— Charlotte Roche, Feuchtgebiete
What are you doing?” she cried in protest.“Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.
— Linda Howard, Up Close and Dangerous
Her mouth was on his with such ferocity, it knocked him back a step. He managed to haul her back so he could gasp for air and answers. "Not that I'm complaining." "Then don't. Shut up and put out Savoie." "You are so romantic, detective." She chained rough kisses about his neck. "What if I can't perform under this unexpected pressure?" Her hand dropped below his belt for an assessing fondle. "Just my luck. Appears to be high performance all the way." He chuckled and began to nuzzle and nip at her rather roughly, his attention supercharged by her aggression. "And what kind of handling are you looking for?" "Fast and reckless
— Nancy Gideon, Chased by Moonlight
Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.
— Sara Zarr, Sweethearts
You know what comes after looking... physical contact.
— K.R. Caldwell
Want my spend, Precious?" Shane shuddered, the pleasure from his ass streaking to his balls and then to his untouched cock."Please. Yes. I--""I would give you the world.
— Kari Gregg, An Unauthorized Field Guide to the Hunt
Hey," Anaxantis protested. "Oh," he added, when the Muktar prince took his member in his mouth. "Oh... that's what you meant by servicing." He laughed softly."Aw, aw, teeth, teeth, no teeth," he hissed suddenly."Sowwy," Timishi, mumbled with his mouth full. "Towd you it wouldn't je jood.
— Andrew Ashling, The Invisible Chains - Part 3: Bonds of Blood
[Jack] checked his watch, then returned to studying her back. damn if she didn't have a nice back, too - smooth, unblemished skin, nicely shaped vert
— Sarah Mayberry, Can't Get Enough
Are you related to Criss Angel? Because you look like an angel.
— Kristen Schaal
I added pieces the same way I’d constructed my body, from the inside out: boy-cut panties first (lacy), bra (sheer), stockings (thigh high), knee-length leather skirt (black), lime green midriff-baring shirt (polyester). David leaned against the wall and watched this striptease-in-reverse with fabulously expressive eyebrows slowly climbing toward heaven, I finished it off with a pair of strappy lime green three-inch heels, something from the Manolo Blahnik spring collection that I’d seen two months ago in Vogue.He looked me over, blinked behind the glasses, and asked, “You’re done?”I took offense, “Yeah. You with the fashion police?”“I don’t think I’d pass the entrance exam.” The eyebrows didn’t come down. “I never knew you were so…”“Fashionable?”“Not really the word I was thinking.”I struck a pose and looked at him from under my supernaturally lustrous eyelashes. “Come on, you know it’s sexy.”“And that’s sort of my point.
— Rachel Caine, Heat Stroke
He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.
— Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar
Across from her, Hunter devoured her meal even more completely than she had. Sinclair watched her sink sharp teeth into the chicken bone, heard it snap, then the soft grunt of satisfaction. She made soft sucking sounds then emptied her mouth of the tiny ground up remains on a corner of her dish. Hunter ate with rabbit-like intensity, biting and sucking and spitting in an even rhythm until all that was left on the plate was a small brown and beige pile of ground bones. She finally looked up and caught Sinclair staring.
— Fiona Zedde, Bliss
He wrapped his lips around her finger and sucked hard as he slowly pulled the digit free, and that secret entrance deep between her thighs clenched like the mouth of a drawstring purse.
— Susan Anderson
You need to acquire a lover, Madam President.
— Lynn Raye Harris, Captive But Forbidden
Parker didn’t so much melt against him as he tried to inhabit the same skin Jake was wearing, and Jake wasn’t going to complain about that.
— Ashlyn Kane, American Love Songs
It’s like a meatloaf.
— Nicki Elson, Three Daves
Nothing says you're more sexy than when you wear clothes.
— Anthony T.Hincks
Have you ever had anyone? And when I say "had", I'm being indelicate.
— Irene Adler
Have you ever had someone? And when I say "had", I'm being indelicate.
— Irene Adler
Call me Sir.
— D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening
Juliette ? ” A tentative voice . “ Are you okay? ” I lower the pillow . Blink up . Warner is wearing a towel . A towel . I want to roll under the bed .
— Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me
Hooking both thumbs into my waistband, I rocked my hips from side to side, and slid the dress pants down my thighs. As gravity took over, pooling the fabric at my ankles, I heard her say, “Sexy.” Bullshit. “Just so you know, I feel like an idiot.” “Just so you know, you’re melting my panties.” With a sarcastic snort, I grabbed a knee to pull my leg free. “Are you even wearing panties?” Chances were slim.
— Annie Arcane, Hart of Mine
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [ introduction of character Montparnasse ]
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.
— Kelly Moran, Redemption
The sexual tension between them was becoming a tangible thing that was growing everyday to the point that it could explode and probably take out a city with the blast.
— Victoria Darkins, The Key
She pulled a chair to the tiny table "I'm starving.""So am I," he answered, but when she glanced up he was looking at her and not the food.
— Jodi Thomas, When a Texan Gambles
We’re all the epicenter of our own wars.
— Skye Warren, The Pawn
I know who you are,” Jack whispers. “I’ve always known you.” His hands glide up my arms, from the angles of my wrists to the creases of my elbows. He presses his mouth to my left ear—I shiver from his breath. “You’re a force to be reckoned with.
— Caroline George, The Vestige
I swallowed him down like liquid decadence and begged for more.
— Shawna Grace, Melt Into Me
You heard Alanna. Someone’s got to be on you at all times.” His dark eyes glinted with a hot sort of mischief, his double entendre clear as day.
— Katherine McIntyre, Waking for Winter
I think sexy is a grown-up word to describes a person who's confident that she is already exactly who she was made to be. A sexy woman knows herself and she likes the way she looks, thinks & feels. She doesn't try to change to match anybody else. She's a good friend herself kind and patient. and she knows how to use her words to tell people she trusts about what's going on inside of her-her fears and anger, love, dreams the mistakes, and needs. When she's angry she expresses her anger in healthy ways. When she's joyful, she does the same thing. She doesn't hide her true self because she is not ashamed. She knows she's just human-exactly how God made her and that's good enough. She's brave enough to be honest and kind enough to except others when they're honest. When two people are sexy enough to be brave and kind with each other, that's love. Sexy is more about how you feel and how you look. Real sexy is letting your true self come out of hiding and find love in safe places. That kind of sexy is good, really good, because we all we want and need love more than anything else
— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
May All Your Fantasies Come True !!!!
— Katie Santee, You Were Mine for a Time
Now go get dressed and relax. And remember, you're mine to fuck later.
— Jaci Burton, Riding on Instinct
Jack, please,” she whispered, even though she had no idea what it is she was begging for.“You want sex, I’ll give you sex.” His low, deep voice embodied control, and did the strangest things to her body. “But before I put my cock inside you, I want to touch and taste every inch of you.
— Cathryn Fox, Hands On
His eyes darkened as they moved from her face, to her breasts, to the tingling spot between her legs.She writhed beneath him, and he fell over her. “You want this?” he asked, his voice rumbling against the shell of her ear.Her entire body throbbed. “Yes.”“You want my mouth on you?”Heat flooded her, and her dry throat made it almost impossible to answer. “I do.” Oh God, she did. She really did.“Where?”“Everywhere,” she whispered.
— Cathryn Fox, Hands On
Without warning, Wesley lifted me up onto the pool table. His hands moved to my shoulders, and a second later, I was flat on my back, staring up at him as he smirked. He shifted so that he was on the table too, leaning over me with his face only inches from mine.“On the pool table?” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “Seriously?”“I can’t resist,” he said. “You know, you’re pretty sexy when you’re pissed at me, Duffy.”First, I was struck by the irony of that statement. I mean, he used sexy and Duffy-implying I was fat and ugly-in the same sentence. The contrast was almost laughable. Almost.
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
He plays with his lip rings, using his tongue to slide them in and out of the holes. Aaaaand that was imagery I so did not need.
— C.M. Stunich, Bad Nanny
He looked as if he wanted to tear me open and crawl inside me. And I wanted him to. Fuck me. Fuck my identity. Fuck my own skin and soul.
— C.D. Reiss, HardBall
He gripped me so tightly our hips pressed together, forcing me onto my toes for balance. For several moments, we stared, exchanging nothing but blinks to brush away the rain.
— Abigail  Baker, The Reaper's Sacrifice
I let my eyes drift down to his. “I like you rumpled. It’s very…sexy.
— Katrina Abbott, Crossing the Line
His lips turned upward. “Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn’t say where you would be licking the salt from.
— Elizabeth Morgan, Truth or Dare?
I have nothing I want to ask you, and if I did, you would probably lie anyway.”“I’m drunk. Drunk people tell the truth.”“Like hell they do. Besides you’re not that drunk.”“Then dare me something.”I snorted. “No, because I’m not that drunk, or stupid.
— Elizabeth Morgan, Truth or Dare?
I couldn't stay away from her.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Promise me you won’t run off in fear.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.” I raised her off my shoulders, lowered her to me, and guided her legs around my waist. “Why did you take so long to come to me?”“If I knew you were here, I would’ve come so much sooner.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
You're going to ruin me.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
We filled the night air with light and shone brighter than all those millions of glittering stars watching us from the sky.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
He’s not going to stop this. He’s really going to kill himself.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Fine, I’ll live. Just give me time to fill the void you left.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
My love, one day, you are going to be my wife.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Moaning, she melted into my arms and molded her body against mine as if giving me permission to take whatever I yearned for. And I will. I can’t think of anything else.The ocean waves crashed against us. That cool water rose up to our knees. All was forgotten in those sweet kisses—lips gliding against lips, wet tongues twisting and exploring, hungry hands and taunting fingers. Fireworks of lust and need exploded inside me.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends.“Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.
— Kenya Wright, 420
When I arrived at her door, with the weight of the entire world on my shoulders, she drew me into her arms and eased all my stress away. She comforted and spent time with me when she didn’t have to. She didn’t know me at all, had no idea who I was or what I intended for her, whether passion or pain. But her heart led her forward, that beautiful heart I wanted for myself. So when the moment came to kiss her, as we stood in the water at the beach, I seized it like a desperate man. I was a mad one on the edge of insanity and she was the tonic I needed.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Annabel,” I whispered in her ear, making sure not to touch her. Her heartbeat accelerated, her skin got the chills, and her pupils dilated, not to mention how delicious she smelled and how the excitement only increased the scent. My own body got tense and aroused. “Let your guard down and trust me. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. I’m not trying to get you drunk or trick you. I just want to get to know you better.”“Shane,” she replied with her sexy, hot, and alluring voice that sent spirals of lust down my spine. “I have nothing against sleeping with you. I’m fully dressed for that.
— Anna Santos, Soul-Mate
She'd never stood a chance. She was a good girl, raised on the bible and charm school. She was destined to long for the thrill of the unattainable and nobody was more unattainable to a good girl than the bad boy.
— Jess Bryant, Something To Talk About
Are you both drunk?” I headed up the ladder and propped myself on a swing with no problem. “Correction, dear brother.” Hex held one finger in the air. “We’re exquisitely tipsy. There’s a difference. Drunkenness is done at a shady bar, in ugly clothing, surrounded by the mundane. While exquisite tipsiness is performed in an art setting among geniuses.”“Thanks so much for the distinction.” I rolled my eyes.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Because they’re wet, Noah’s jeans are a bit stubborn sliding down, but he’s successful, and in the mirror I’m drawn to his naked body. I love the raw power of his shoulder blades and the curve of his back that trails lower to his...my mouth dries out...oh, crap...his butt is...how do I describe something so exquisite?Everything about Noah is sexy, and as he bends to pull the jeans off his f
— Katie McGarry, Breaking the Rules
But you just got laid. Very well, I might add. Isn’t that enough to tide you over for a while?”“Maybe for a woman. But if a man doesn’t use the goods, they shrivel up—”She rolled her eyes.“—and now that I’ve realized what I’ve been missing, and you’ve done such a great job getting me back up on the horse, for which I’m immensely grateful, then I think I’m ready to spread my wings.” He motioned to the wing spreading area. His groin. “This really shouldn’t go to waste, now, should it?
— Kate Meader, Taking the Score
She looked at his outstretched hand, seeing it for what it was. A challenge. An invitation. A promise. They could never be just a "fling." A fling was something you didn't put your heart into.
— J.K. Coi, In Bed with the Competition
He liked confidence in a woman. And intelligence. And apparently he liked sass, all wrapped up in a straight-laced, tight-lipped bodyguard.
— J.K. Coi, Protecting His Assets
She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!
— Kate Meader, Taking the Score
He was struck dumb by her brilliant blue eyes. Eyes that could drag a man out of the darkest hole and into the light.
— J.K. Coi, Protecting His Assets
I didn’t understand what was supposed to happen from our swinging, but the need to make her happy bloomed in my chest.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Are you both drunk?” I headed up the ladder and propped myself on a swing with no problem. “Correction, dear brother.” Hex held one finger in the air. “We’re exquisitely tipsy.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
I love this smell,” she said, squeezing him.“What smell?”“You…us. It has a life of its own. Should bottle it.”“No way. I’m not selling us.
— Nancy Glynn, Lana's Calling
Art isn’t a means for income when it comes to Hex. He would do it if he was trapped on an island by himself or the richest man in the world. For him, art is like breathing. He just has to do it.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Their faces showed beautiful smiles boasting magnificent teeth. Their skin gleamed in the perfect lighting. Even their scarred flesh seemed to hold its own intricate designs, as crazy as it seemed. Luscious curves still decorated their hips and the swell between their legs. They were striking and endearing like a tribe of taunting sirens on top of a cliff in the middle of the sea. I gazed at them for longer than I should have…
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
Nothing is bigger than art.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
I know you've been through an ordeal, but you don’t want to start drowning yourself in liquor. You’ll find that it’s easy to do, but by the time you realize it could start to be a problem, you’re already over that cliff.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
We all came to watch her die.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
1)	Everyone nodded in silent agreement, and then one by onedisappeared into the castle’s dark shadowswhere night met blackened airand creepy thingswhispered the most haunting words into the wind.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
What made a movie buff different from others was the amount of freakish details they chose to fill their heads with. The typical movie-goer remembered the big lines, the ones that you could find on the film’s shirts and posters. Just a bunch of tag-lines used for promotion. A true movie buff memorized the odd ones that said more about the story’s theme or characters. A true buff read up on the movie’s history.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
…I craved to stroke that delicate skin and run my fingers through her tresses as she moaned with hunger. I would grip a thick section of her hair in my hands, wrap it around my fingers, and take her from behind. And she would scream my name.
— Kenya Wright, The Muse
I got your flowers. They’re beautiful, thank you.” A gorgeous riot of Gerber daisies and lilies in a rainbow of reds, pinks, yellows and oranges. “Welcome. Bet Duncan loved sending one of his guys out to pick them up for me.” She could hear the smile in his voice, imagined the devilish twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, he did. Said it’s probably the first time in the history of WITSEC that a U.S. Marshal delivered flowers to one of their witnesses.” A low chuckle. “Well, this was a special circumstance, so they helped me out.” “I loved the card you sent with them the best though.” Proud of you. Give ‘em hell tomorrow. He’d signed it Nathan rather than Nate, which had made her smile. “I had no idea you were romantic,” she continued. “All these interesting things I’m learning about you.” She hadn’t been able to wipe the silly smile off her face after one of the security team members had knocked on her door and handed them to her with a goofy smile and a, “special delivery”. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. When the trial’s done you’re gonna get all the romance you can handle, and then some.” “Really?” Now that was something for a girl to look forward to, and it sure as hell did the trick in taking her mind off her worries. “Well I’m all intrigued, because it’s been forever since I was romanced. What do you have in mind? Candlelit dinners? Going to the movies? Long walks? Lazy afternoon picnics?” “Not gonna give away my hand this early on, but I’ll take those into consideration.” “And what’s the key to your heart, by the way? I mean, other than the thing I did to you this morning.” “What thing is that? Refresh my memory,” he said, a teasing note in his voice. She smiled, enjoying the light banter. It felt good to let her worry about tomorrow go and focus on what she had to look forward to when this was all done. Being with him again, seeing her family, getting back to her life. A life that would hopefully include Nathan in a romantic capacity. “Waking you up with my mouth.” He gave a low groan. “I loved every second of it. But think simpler.” Simpler than sex? For a guy like him? “Food, then. I bet you’re a sucker for a home-cooked meal. Am I right?” He chuckled. “That works too, but it’s still not the key.” “Then what?” “You.” She blinked, her heart squeezing at the conviction behind his answer. “Me?” “Yeah, just you. And maybe bacon,” he added, a smile in his voice. He was so freaking adorable. “So you’re saying if I made and served you a BLT, you’d be putty in my hands?” Seemed hard to imagine, but okay. A masculine rumble filled her ears. “God, yeah.” She couldn’t help the sappy smile that spread across her face. “Wow, you are easy. And I can definitely arrange that.” “I can hardly wait. Will you serve it to me naked? Or maybe wearing just a frilly little apron and heels?” She smothered a laugh, but a clear image of her doing just that popped into her head, serving him the sandwich in that sexy outfit while watching his eyes go all heated. “Depends on how good you are.” “Oh, baby, I’ll be so good to you, you have no idea.
— Kaylea Cross, Avenged
Oh my God. It is your nookie box. How many times have you had sex on that blanket?”“Never, you sicko. I make them stand.” “Asshole.
— J. A. Huss
Her body didn’t give a damn that he was all wrong for her, it wanted him anyway. Badly. Either oblivious of or not wanting to encourage the attraction between them, Wade looked down at his mug as though he wasn’t comfortable holding her gaze at such close range, and took a sip. As he swallowed, one side of his mouth curved up and he let out an appreciative groan that seemed to reverberate right through her, heating her blood. Startled, she drank in the almost dreamy expression on his angular face and imagined that same look right after he’d enjoyed an intensely satisfying orgasm. Erin couldn’t be positive, but if his reaction to a simple cup of coffee made him groan like that, she was pretty sure it had been a while since he’d had one of those, too. And man, the idea of being the one to end his dry spell was way too freaking hot for her own good.
— Kaylea Cross, Danger Close
You shouldn’t kiss me like that unless it means something to you.” Max’s lip trembled beneath her thumb. A deep groan rose from his chest. And then he was pushing to his feet, pulling her with him. His mouth covered hers, hot and wet and full of a driving need she answered kiss for kiss.
— Julie Miller, Kansas City Secrets
Hey, she was his fantasy girl. She was supposed to act in an appropriate fantasy-like manner. She wasn’t supposed to look at him as though he was all her nightmares rolled up into one big pile of dog crap that she couldn’t wait to scrape off her sensible shoes. And that was only after she’d finally recognized him—which had taken far longer than it should have done considering they’d had hot, mind-blowing sex every night for a year...In his dreams.
— Nina Croft, His Fantasy Girl
He almost didn’t want to start. He’d been fantasizing about this for so long. What if it was a disappointment? What if he couldn’t make her come? In his fantasies, she’d come for him hard and frequently, usually screaming his name.
— Nina Croft, His Fantasy Girl
Is this another fantasy?” she asked.His gaze lifted to her face. His expression was serious, his usual amusement absent. “No. This is real. This is you and me. Just once, and afterwards I’ll leave you alone. I promise I won’t hold you back. Now, I’m going to make love to you, slowly and completely, and you’ll never forget the feel of me inside you.
— Nina Croft, His Fantasy Girl
Sounds like this ability stuff went okay with Shane after all. I had no idea that he would react like that,” Noah said.“Yeah, well, it helps when he wants to rip Nessa’s clothes off,” I said grinning.“Hey, I might just let him. He is pretty hot,” Nessa joked.-Noah, Cora and Nessa
— Andrea Heltsley, Dissolve
He leveled his gaze on her—the intensity there whispering promises she couldn’t fathom—and she shivered.
— Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
A wicked curve appears on his lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’m allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I want.
— Alex Rosa, Tryst
We told Mom about the Anne Frank House, leaving out the kissing."Did you go back to chez Van Houten afterward?" Mom asked.Augustus didn't even give me time to blush."Nah, we just hung out at a café. Hazel amused me with some Venn diagram humor."He glanced at me. God, he was sexy.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Staying level with Tess was going to require fast thinking, which was mighty difficult considering all the blood he needed for said thought processes was now hurtling south.“What would this job involve?”“Only one task. Make. Me. Believe.”“That I’m your fiancé?”Cue her smile, sly and sexy. First time she’d let him in on that action, too. “That you want me more than your next breath.”If she moved forward a couple of inches, his boner would make her believe.
— Kate Meader, Even the Score
I could just as easily have taken the train.”He shut his eyes, just long enough for a movie of a Tess-induced train riot to screen on the backs of his eyelids. Fists flying, teeth broken, friendships destroyed as men vied to get closer to her lush body barely covered in that incendiary French maid outfit. And now he was turning hard again.
— Kate Meader, Even the Score
It's hot out there." I prowl toward her, pulling off my shirt. I maybe flex my abs a little- anything for my girl.
— Ainsley Booth, Hate F*@k: Part 3
Automatically, I eyed her slim, full-breasted figure and swallowed. For a junkie, this girl was put together. For anybody, this girl was put together.
— Michael McCretton
You can't cover up the swagger of a cowboy.
— Jaycee Ford, Dragonfly Awakening
What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?” Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel.
— Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire
He moved closer to her, his face just inches away from her. They stood motionless. Jason looked deep into her eyes. He tore away her barriers and locked eyes. His nose two inches away, he slightly tilted his face and looked at her lips. She slightly turned her face at the opposite angle.
— Mark A. Cooper, Royal Decree
I don’t want another to love you, Because I wanted you for myself. I've never stopped loving you. Never stopped wanting you. Every second of every day, my heart has always been yours.
— Jessica Clare, Romancing the Billionaire
I might have been a little mesmerized for a moment as I took in the sight of her shapely backside. It was incredible. I just wanted to spank it and bite it and worship it and completely fucking defile it.
— Penny Reid, The Hooker and the Hermit
The protector inside me was frowning while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee.
— Penny Reid, The Hooker and the Hermit
Nolan crossed his arms; he had his gorgeous frowny face on. "Don't you trust me?"Raina looked at him incredulously. "Of course I trust you...undoubtedly." She felt her spine stiffen in defiance of her friend’s assumption. She'd like to prove her wrong!A slow sexy grin tugged at his lips. "Then take a ride on my bike, Aelan.
— Sarah Brocious, The Awakening
Whatcha do to Ricky Ricardo? Found him talking real fast in Spanish." "Nothing." She looked at Tony. "He's just moody, and the moodier he gets, the less you can understand him.
— Sidney Halston, Below the Belt
Why is it so sexy when hot guys stare each other down like that? Why do I feel like licking the air? Am I ovulating?
— Nicole Christie, Slow Burn
You may not mean to, but you do seem to look down your nose at many of us mere mortals muddling along down here. I feel as though you think everyone should be better than they are. I certainly think you expect me to behave like some sort of perfect princess. But I’m just an ordinary girl who wants to grow up and find out where I belong in the world.
— Emily Arden, Lover by Moonlight: Deception: Book One
I loved begging him, following his rules. I loved the freedom I found in complete capitulation.
— Penny Reid, The Hooker and the Hermit
The women I’m attracted to have to know their worth. That measurement can only be weighed from the inside, and when that’s taken into account and she truly appreciates it? Everything on the outside of her becomes an asset.
— Riley  Murphy, Stare Her Down
A single bead of water rolled along the length of his spine and glided down the powerful lines of his body. Mariel moistened her lips and watched its seductive descent, overwhelmed with the temptation to trace its path with the tip of her tongue.
— Madeline  Martin, Deception of a Highlander
Because when you're angry, you look sexy
— Devania Annesya, Queen: Ingin Sekali Aku Berkata Tidak
I`m the second sexist person, one behind you.
— Sebastian Loving
Fate was cruel to play this trick on her, although if she were honest she knew she only had herself to blame. She had taken the chance and now she had to pay the price.
— Emily Arden
I judged you unfairly when I met you.”“But you still wanted to kiss me?”He shrugged, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “I’m a guy.
— Katrina Abbott, This Point Forward
I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.
— Nancy Gideon, Remembered By Moonlight
He felt torn. He wanted her to feel safe with him, but he also wanted her to feel the sort of heady excitement that any young girl should feel when they fall in love. He wanted to give her everything she craved, and he was not quite sure he could do it.
— Emily Arden
Have I told you that you are my every dream?"Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.
— Nancy Gideon, Remembered By Moonlight
He leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Is there any other tension I can relieve for you, cher? I am willing and most certainly able.
— Nancy Gideon, Remembered By Moonlight
Detective, any warm-blooded male with a pulse would have his hand on your glorious ass. May I?""Knock yourself out."His fingertips sketched over that tight sheen of Lycra before cupping a taut globe for a squeeze. "What kind of workout do you do to get that kind of muscle tone?"She put her face up close to his. "I beat the shit outta guys who grab my ass.
— Nancy Gideon, Remembered By Moonlight