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Angel blinked hard and bit her lip, trying to stop the quivering of her chin. “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for him, waited to get to this point where I could appreciate and value him most.
— Linda Winfree
I stood my ground, staring straight into his eyes. "You didn't do anything to me. Since when is sex so life or death to you?" -Abby Abernathy"Since it was with you!" -Travis Maddox
— Jamie McGuire
She paused and met his gaze straight on. “You should be seeing someone your own age, Troy Lee.”“Please don’t start that bullshit again. It’s not the issue and you know it.”“Really. What, pray tell, is the issue?”“We’ve been out one time and already you’re looking for me to cut and run." He shook his head. “You’re doing it again. Speeding ahead, looking for where you think you’re going, instead of seeing what’s along the way. You gotta learn to slow down and enjoy the ride, Angel.
— Linda Winfree, Fall Into Me
You're my home." -Travis Maddox
— Jamie McGuire
The only thing he was sorry for was slamming the door and perhaps raising his voice to the woman who'd been like a mother to him since the passing of his parents. Perhaps she hadn't really deserved his reaction, but he was, justifiably, weary of their meddling and hearing about his father's will. Apparently no suitable maiden was going to appear on his doorstep. He seemed to be looking for a needle in a haystack.
— Lisa M. Prysock, To Find a Duchess
Right now, Youngster, you remind me of a mosquito buzzing over what she thinks is a nice, normal, juicy vein, angling to swoop down, stick in the old proboscis and suck up some blood to take back to the kids. Little does she know that she's hovering over an artery and when she sticks it in, she will be exploded by a back draft of arterial spray." - Chris Harvey
— Laura Buzo
While it’s romantic fiction and bares all of its hallmarks, I ultimately want all women to see a part of themselves in Lia. We all dream of a knight galloping in on a white horse, and my book will compel readers to weight up how much of life is fate, and how much of our destiny we create for ourselves.
— Timea Tokes
There is a story behind everything and every story is worth telling...
— Anupam Sharma, Going Google Way: ..can make your day!!
Cursed is our love, as we long for each other like wounded doves with these feelings we suffocate ...
— Heena Jadav Sunil
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.—Jane EyreFrom Gradesaver.com
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
When I was done, his arms were spread wide above his head, secured by the black ties at his wrists. he looked like a dark god who was being punished.
— Chloe Blaque, Doing London
I'm moving to fast. I just...I'm drawn to you. I want to make love to you. I can't help it.
— Chloe Blaque, Doing London
Lovemaking takes time!It is a myth for lovemaking to be quick and smooth. To find pleasure in each other, both men and women need to take time to explore each other with their hands; their lips and they need to be open to each other in a mutual, consensual, and non-judgmental style.sure
— J.F. Kelly, A Woman's Pleasure
Winning her heart again meant more than any championship.
— Randi Everheart, Tristan
Once inside I stripped off my clothes and showered. Refreshed, I pick up my phone and type. ME: I want you. Come over now if you feel the same way.I held my breath as a I waited for a response but after several minutes none came. Maybe he wasn't going to come.
— Gwendolyn Grace, True
Hey!” I wave my index finger in his face, “No shitting on pop music. Everyone needs some light, fun, sexy pop music. It’s summer, and that right there, is the perfect summer song. It’s hot.” “You’re right, it is hot,” he says, scanning my body with his eyes.
— Hilaria Alexander, Prude
Most women prefer lovemaking with romance, appreciation, respect, and caring with plenty of foreplay, satisfaction, and afterglow.
— J.F. Kelly, A Woman's Pleasure
When one is being driven to the edge, we either fight back or jump
— Dino KF Wong
10% of authors earn 75% of the royalties. If you’re writing a Romance novel, your odds will be slightly higher at making back your investment. Throw in a few vampires, even better.
— J.R.  Young
When he lifted his head, she clung to his shoulders, both of them breathing hard. He cradled her cheek in one palm. “I’m not asking you to believe now. I know it’s too soon for that, after…well, after everything. If you can believe just for this second, then for the one after that, and after that, soon you’re believing in me, in us, all the while. Think you can handle that? This second?”She smiled, desire pulling at her again. “I can do that.”An answering smile flirted with his mouth. He kissed her. “What about this one?”“I can do that too.”He lowered his mouth to hers again. “How about this one?
— Linda Winfree
Besides, there's nobody who is going to watch your back better than me. You know that. And that's why I'm going to be there with you, whenever there is, whenever you ask, and as long as I'm able, he said. It's what fathers do.Most father's don't show up with hand grenades and bowie knives.They should be ashamed of themselves, Jake said.
— Janet Evanovich, The Job
How dare that arrogant prick come in here and ruin her perfectly good day? And not to mention the miserable judge, who should have called in sick this morning if he thought the world was such an awful place.
— Tanya Thistleton
God bless your soul, you're a horrible liar." Logan smiled as he leaned back on the door. "Answer me this Rachel?" he said placing his hands on his waist. "Why do you keep staring at me?
— Anais Torres, Being Brave Again
But guys like Mason McCarthy stayed glued to your brain long after they had left you behind. They charmed their way into your heart and pants with their smooth words and sinister good looks and then ditched you the second you were deemed old news.Still, I wanted him. That was the scariest part—not his assumed womanizing, not that he could disrupt my life and tear my heart into tiny pieces, but that I would let him.
— Amanda McGee
I was brought up to think that women were inhibited, but they sure are not with me. I guess I am lucky or there is something about me that makes them feel totally comfortable, open, and expressive. I don’t mind; it feels good and the rest unfolds naturally.
— J.F. Kelly, A Woman's Pleasure
I heard a bump and knew it must have been Nathan throwing the door up in anger. “And so what if she is here you asshole? I told you the other day that you are NOT welcome here anymore..!” He roared.
— Line F. Nielsen, From the Shadows
The chemistry between us will blow this place apart and make it better through destruction.
— Kristen Hope Mazzola, The Hysterics
Are you still running that bar?” Maureen’s voice dropped to a shocked whisper on the last word and Hope rolled her eyes, working the pick through Maureen’s thick hair.“The Cue Club? Yes, ma’am, I am.” Angel leaned forward with her best devilish wink. “But I’m thinking of changing the name to the Den of Iniquity and getting some exotic dancers. You know, strippers.”Miss Maureen’s eyes widened, pencil-thin brows nearly reaching the salt and pepper curls falling onto her forehead.
— Linda Winfree
They did it quite a lot after that first encounter" ... when Jill remembers first meeting the dashing Baron.
— Lisa McKnight
If you burn away my bones, my love for him would remain, tattooed in the air.
— Lia Riley, Sideswiped
Romance is the literature of hope.
— Damon Suede
Do you always touch strangers?” I question, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand and the way I have to remember to breathe. “You’ve been upgraded to acquaintance,” he winks. “This is completely appropriate.
— Teresa Michaels, Curveball
Romance writing is a passion and the art of expressionism through the written word is a love affair... Anyone who tells you differently has never immersed themselves into something so mentally, physically and spiritually draining and rewarding in their lives as it is to write a book. It is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time and possibly one of the most rewarding things in the world next to parenting.
— Julie Garver, The Greek Tycoon's Revenge
Love is ease.
— Noorilhuda, The Governess
Hello, ma’am. How are you today?” he asked one day with a grin on his face the size of Kansas. I turned around looked at him and asked him what will it be, sir? “For starters,” he replied, “how about your name and phone number?”Hmm, you know if you strap a ton to your ankles and dive head first into the Atlantic, I‘ll think about it when you come back up,” I replied and smiled.My chances are that slim, eh?” he said, leaning up against the counter.Well, actually a little slimmer than that if you want me to be honest. So are you going to help pay my bills or are you wasting my precious oxygen?-Emerald Eyes Of The Sea
— Hazel Cartwright, Emerald Eyes of The Sea
I gotta go but... I miss you. That's all.""I miss you too", I say hugging my body tightly with the sleeves of his shirt.This... Is falling.
— Ginger Scott, This is Falling
Watch for the digital release of all my romance novels coming soon.
— Krista Janssen
I want to be the star in your diary" -Shawn, Fade to White
— N.L. Churney
Happiness and Peace is something we nurture from within, Cultivate yours and enjoy the sunshine, feel the warmth.
— Diane Valterra, Darla: One Woman, Two Men, One Obsession
I felt a decidedly positive energy in the office with Rohan’s presence. I was not sure if it was real enough for others to experience it too, but I felt it keenly. Gawd, my stupid feelings.
— Sandhya Jane, Second Spring
Yeah, baby! And you are the magnet and I'm the steel! Bring to me your leather, take from me my lace!
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Some seek the limelight and some hold the light in place
— Suanne Laqueur, The Man I Love
Love should never be a game.
— Sherry D. Ficklin, Queen of Someday
I made a tactical error tonight with Wyatt." She paused "Horizontally." Sara laughed. "Again?
— Jill Shalvis
You stole my heart the day we met, and I've never asked for it back.
— Shirley Jump, The Christmas Baby Surprise
You know what you are, Sam Brody?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "A big, fat tease." They both knew there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. They also both knew exactly what she meant.
— Jill Shalvis, It's in His Kiss
There comes a time in a girl’s life where she finds her heart broken, what matters is not the boy who broke it but the boy who stitches it back together
— Kara Lee Hunter, I'm Okay, I Promise
They each had scars to deal with. Scars of a different kind, but scars nonetheless. If he could say something--anything--to make a difference, he'd do it, but there simply wasn't anything left to say. The reality of that made him downright sad.
— Emily March, Luke - The Callahan Brothers
Just like a butterfly, I had sprung from my cocoon for the first time. For my risk, I was rewarded with Jacob Bennett." - Laylla Jonson (Beneath the Blossom Tree)
— L.B. Malpass, Beneath the Blossom Tree
She had blue eyes, but his were BLUE. Not just one shade of blue, either, but a swirl of shades that reminded her of the stretch of ocean between Bella Vita Isle and Nassau where the turquoise waters fell into a deep, fathomless blue.
— Emily March, Dreamweaver Trail
He was a professional athlete and coach, a Ferrari who lived his life in the fast lane. She was a girl-next-door kind of girl, closer to a golf cart than a sports car.
— Emily March, Miracle Road
She had always experienced big, intense emotions here at Lover's Leap. Under this huge sky, surrounded by infinite beauty, she had grieved to the depths of her soul. Here, she had loved freely and completely with every fiber of her being. On this little piece of the planet, she had embraced her inner turmoil, suffered through her unbound grief, and surrendered to soul-shattering heartache.
— Emily March, Lover's Leap
Hope turns the wheels of tomorrow's good fortune." From the Ace of Cups in Tarot D'Amour
— Kooch and Victor Daniels
This damn ring had derailed her life. No wonder Gollum had gone insane.
— Karina Bliss, A Prior Engagement
Fight for her. But more than that… fight for yourself. Don’t be afraid of the disorder that love causes. It crashes around you. It blinds you. It heals you. But, more than anything else, Dillan, when you find the right one, it no longer feels like chaos. It’s like a series of falling dominos that pierces your heart. It elevates you into another plain of existence. All at once you realize you’ve never breathed real life until you truly experience love. Breathe, Dillan. Just… breathe. ~ Tanner Nguyen
— Kelly Washington, Collide Into You
I know, but Jesus Kira, even Achilles had a weakness.
— Tye Shirelle, The War Within "Kira's Crisis"
Fighting with Harper stirred his blood, and walking out on her had only intensified his need, as though the brief separation was more than he could bear. All he could think about was getting back to her. Undressing her. And fucking her until he worked whatever this desperate feeling was out of his system.
— Mandy Baxter, One Night More
Prince Maxon surveyed the room and found me. Our eye met for a moment, and he smiled.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
You know the saying? Don't go in if you don't have a skin.
— Jackie Williams, A Perfect Summer
You do realize that getting down on one knee generally refers to a proposal, right?” Sidneycontinued. “A marriage proposal?”His eyes, a warm green-gold, daringly held hers as he softly sang the next line of the song. “‘Yousmiled . . . and then the spell was cast.’”Okay, he pretty much just melted her heart right there.
— Julie James, It Happened One Wedding
Kyle, you are a mellow dude...You can’t be with an agitator. And that’s what she is. An agitator. She’s a Jackson Pollock and you’re a Thomas Kinkade.
— Genevieve Dewey, The Good Life
Kids, Roberts,” she said, just to be clear. “I have fertile eggs in me, and I’m talking about havingbabies.”She waited for the eye twitch. Or hell, even a tiny twinge.Instead, with a smile, he pulled her in for a kiss.
— Julie James, It Happened One Wedding
We obviously both have our pasts, but that’s not important right now. I don’t have to know every bad thing you ever did in your life to know that you’re a good guy now. People change, grow up, get smarter, move on. In ten years I could be completely different, but I’ll never be the person I was yesterday, or even this morning. I don’t want to be. I want to try to be better with each second I’m alive.” —SHEA
— Michelle Warren, He + She
He shook off the thoughts—that wasn’t anything he needed to worry about tonight. Any secondnow, he was going to hear the chime of a new text message, the chime that signaled the demise of rich,slick Maybe-next-time-we-can-meet-for-more-than-two-minutes-which-also-happens-to-be-how-long-I-last-during-sex Tyler Roland, Attorney-at-Law.Vaughn picked up his phone to check that it had a signal.Yep, any second now.
— Julie James, It Happened One Wedding
I will not stand by and let any man believe his death is an act of one of the gods. They don't deserve the credit. This is just nature, a side effect of mortality - H
— Katie Hamstead, Rise of a New Dynasty
Now I knew that if that's how the devil looks, I wanted to go straight to hell.
— C.S.  James, Pink Ice
Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it's going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you
— Robin Bielman
I needed to survive tonight to keep living my life as if nothing had happened.
— C.S.  James, Pink Ice
...truly loving someone is making that person happy even if you’re not the reason behind it.
— Vinsfortin, The Promise
I am with you because I want to be, not because I need you. It's my will be with you. And that makes it much stronger, because God knows I'm as stubborn as they come.
— C.S.  James, Pink Ice
Like a bellowing beast, he howled her name, his raspy wails riding the gales like a ship on a roiling sea.
— Fawn Bonning, The Leader of Lors
Holy fuck. Testing, testing. Is this thing on or has Botox already begun to corrode her brain cells?
— S.L. Jennings
Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent―Chrissstaaa…Chrisssstaaaaa…
— Fawn Bonning, The Leader of Lors
She buried her face into his neck, hiding her tears―and her fears, for though the Lor of Zeria was resisting her advances with valiant chivalry, that within her trembling hand was completely without honor.
— Fawn Bonning, The Leader of Lors
Hell if I know. I’m twenty-six, single, just signed a year lease on an apartment…” She touched her eyebrows with her fingertips. “Damn, why did I move back here?”  “Sorry.” I grimaced. “The job market isn’t as bad as it was. I’d give you a job if you really needed one.”“Thanks. Not sure how good of a bouncer I would be.”“Maybe hair holder for drunk girls.”“Sounds great,” she said flatly then made a gagging sound.
— Nicole Castro, The Disintegrated House
Heavy hearts, heavy eyelids," said the master of the caravan."Huh?" Heather looked up in dismay, shocked to find she'd nearly been left behind as the caravan prepared to move on. Her last night's sleep had been fitful, full of dreams where Khalid made her suffer for running away. Now she felt drained and groggy, unable to get the images of Khalid spanking her over his knee and then ravishing her out of her tired head."Look," the caravan master said. "Riders approaching, a great armed party. No doubt they are searching for escaped slaves.""No doubt." Heather straightened up wearily in the saddle, determined to outwit Khalid and conceal her true identity as a runaway. The one thing she was sure of was that capture would bring a fate worse than death. Already she could imagine Khalid tying her up, spanking her bottom, making her howl for mercy until she had no pride or will to resist. And then would come the true test of her virtue . . .
— Patricia Grasso, Desert Eden
If I have learned anything over this last year it’s that you have to live your own life too so that if something we hoped for doesn’t work out, you still have two legs to stand on, you still have your own path.
— T.S. Krupa, Safe & Sound
Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and think of what could go right.
— Yoana Dianika, Till We Meet Again
Everything is possible. You once told me not too long ago we should always have hope and I do.
— T.S. Krupa, Safe & Sound
I don’t want to talk about it,” she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. “At all,” she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. “Ever,” she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth.He had a really great mouth.
— Jill Shalvis, Once in a Lifetime
I hope this might be forever.
— T.S. Krupa, Safe & Sound
We did sometimes play jokes on each other. It was fun, until about a month ago when he attacked me with nerf guns when I walked in the door. I slipped while running away and fell on the coffee table. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be winning the most graceful woman’s award any time soon.
— Jessica Florence, Weighing of the Heart
You CAN have your cake and eat it too. Just don't start choking.
— Shantale Finnerty, Enticing Taboos
Nothing to say. I used to be a ghostwriter for a publisher.’‘Medieval stuff?’‘Eighty-page love stories. You have this guy, untrustworthy but good in bed, and this girl, radiant but innocent. In the end they fall madly in love and it’s incredibly boring. The story doesn’t say when they split up.’‘Of course not,’ said Mathias
— Fred Vargas
A good part of the physical attraction [between the hero and heroine of a romance novel] comes to life during these exchanges as well, since language creates a meeting of the minds. I have long thought that these lines of dialogue carve out the lines of the central love relationship. The dialogue between the hero and heroine creates the central shape of the story. It is the verbal sculpture.
— Julie Tetel Andresen
The mind of man can only teach what he has learned from others. It is how you use that knowledge that will decide who you are.
— Micheal Rivers, Moonlight on the Nantahala
I don't see why she didn't ditch both of them. Like being single is terminal.
— J. Cassidy, The Obvious
If measuring by this earthly realm's time then it's been years but in the unseen realm above known as Vehaven, it has been but a moment.
— Madison Thorne Grey, Magnificence
It was a very special moment for John's spirit was awakening and he was opening up, I had touched andresonated with his soul. It was more than just cyber sex, more than making love with someone you loved, it was blending souls as soul mates do and it was an incredible moment for the two of us. We both cried beautiful happy tears
— Astrid Brown, A Psychic Affair: A Romantic Novel
I couldn't shake this feeling that I had uncovered more than something ordinary.
— Nicole Gulla
Babe, when we have sex, we create magic. We leave earth. We travel the fucking universe. Sex with you goes on and never ends. It transcends. I’m fucking addicted to it. Addicted to you. I didn’t want to share you.
— S. Ann Cole, I Choose You
Funny how the most beautiful people in the world aren't always the types to gloss the covers of magazines and yet most people spend their lives trying to turn heads.
— Marilyn Grey, Heart on a Shoestring
But, after all of the loss I'd had in my life; his loss was the one I could never bear.
— Nicole Gulla, The Lure of the Moon
Never misconceive that which is real
— Kim Holden, All of It
You can't take away something she never fully had. She may have been promised to me, but my heart will never belong to her!
— Nicole Gulla, The Lure of the Moon
Now Robby…he’s who you should be with,” she said, as if on cue with my thoughts. I tried not to roll my eyes.
— Nicole Gulla, The Lure of the Moon
His dimples were strategically placed as though angels had made thumbprints on him.
— Nicole Gulla, The Lure of the Moon
Kyle clapped his hands together. “Goody! The Zoe dates back some 3000 years to when the Greek gods ruled.”“Who’s Zoe?” I interjected.Kyle huffed. “It’s not a who, it’s a what.
— Nicole Gulla, The Lure of the Moon
Are you okay, Maggie?” Logan asked, rousing me out of my mind-numbing speculations. Heaving a big sigh, I turned to him and said, “I guess so.” “Are you still worried about visiting your mother?” he asked softly. Nodding, I said, “A little. I’m just so confused about this whole time-space-brain twister thing. And I’m afraid I might say the wrong thing and mess everything up.” I shook my head, trying to make sense of my thoughts. “I mean - what if my younger self should call my mother while I’m there visiting her? Is there really another version of me? Or by coming here from the future, did the younger me cease to exist?
— Sharon Ricklin, River of Time
Who am I to deny my Master pleasure, simply because it is not at the hands of myself? He is free to do as he will, because of the life that he has given me. I am thankful for him, for the fact that out of all of us, I am the one that he chooses to keep and care for as his own.
— Astrid Knowles, Switch
The day my life changed forever...The day I first saw you.
— Nicholas Sparks
Good, Star, because you may have felt you were the one needing saving, but it was me all along. You saved me. You taught me to love again. The ones you love may do things that upset you. Hell, they may give you a hundred reasons to give up. Thank you for not giving up on me. I may not be good enough. I know I am not the best for you, but you make me want to be the best I can be. I pray that is good enough. Thank you for loving me enough to hold on.” - Stefan
— Mel Ballew, ShameLess
I wished for you on every shooting star when I was little. Now, if I gathered all of the stars I wished for you on, none could ever shine brighter than you. You are my shooting star, Ren. You are here with me walking this beach. I may have fucked up, but I swear to you, to God, and every single star in this sky, I will never give you up!”Stefan
— Mel Ballew, ShameLess
You know it’s going to be Mary the Maid, or someone like her, and there’s going to be two men and she will end up with the nice one, and there has to be misunderstandings, and they never do anything more than kiss and it’s absolutely guaranteed that, for example, an exciting civil war or an invasion by trolls or even a scene with any cooking in it is not going to happen. The best you can expect is a thunderstorm.
— Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals
Is it really true that the only good thing a Blackman can offer in a relationship with a white woman is thunderous sex?Of course, sex plays a vital healing role in every loving relationship. That is a fact of life. But, as we discover in the story of Glasgow Kiss, sex is not always the only thing that occupies a Blackman’s mind. On the contrary, when a man is as passionate, dedicated, committed and determined as Mamadu is to fight and hold onto his true love, irrespective of the numerous challenges he faces, he is able show that it is far more important to pay attention to his heartbeat than the growing erection in his trousers!
— Frank McChebe, Glasgow Kiss
And when he ran the blades over her she felt light as a feather, floating happily into that place where pain and pleasure walked hand in hand, fully clear and conscious and she looked out to the darkness that lay outside of their artificial day. All too soon it was gone, her vision dimming and her breaths evening as she found somewhere darker which centred around the golden light of her Master’s voice as he spoke to her.
— Astrid Knowles, Switch
Love that is not madness is not love.
I just wish she knew that if there were two persons, who were imperfect and they knew it, and they weren’t afraid to admit it – if those two persons cared enough about one another to lean upon one another, they’d be stronger together than they were separately – like a flying buttress and a cathedral wall.
— Christine Plouvier, Irish Firebrands
Mm…hmm. I bet he’s helping you. Right into his bed and you’d be a fool not to test him out. Shit. From what you’ve told me, any woman would love to be in that man’s bed. I bet he’s got a nice cock and is a sweet lover too
— Alyson Raynes, Fixer of Deceit
True love is loving yourself thoroughly so that you can love another unconditionally.
— Elize Amornette, The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them
— Nancy B. Brewer, The House with the Red Light
When they reached the table, Hannah started to introduce them. “Layla, this is Joe. Joe, this is—”“We’ve already met,” said Joseph, extending his hand and smiling.“Have we?” asked Layla, baffled.“Have you?” said Hannah. This was news to her.“Yeah, we have,” continued Joseph. “A couple of hours ago. On the road into the village. You tried to kill me, remember?”“Kill you?” gasped Layla. “You’re the biker? The one I knocked over?”“You knocked him over?” repeated Hannah in horror.“I didn’t mean to,” explained Layla quickly. “It was an accident. I was going to tell you about it. I just haven’t had the chance yet.”Turning to Joseph, Hannah asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?”“Well,” he replied somberly, “apart from my right arm, which I’m not sure is going to be of much use to me ever again, I’m fine.”As Layla’s jaw dropped open, he added quickly, “I’m joking. Really, it’s just a joke. I’m fine.”“Right, well, in that case,” Hannah continued, “as I was saying, Layla, this is Joseph Scott. Joe, this is Layla Lewis, your would-be killer, next door neighbor, and my best friend. She’s house-sitting whilst Lenny’s in Scotland.”“Next door neighbor, huh?” replied Joseph, taking a swig from his pint glass. “That could prove interesting.
— Shani Struthers, The Runaway Year
Vayoo ansha.”I shook my head and whispered, “Never. For good and always, you have lost me. Na me lapay kahLahn. Not anymore.”**
— Kristen Ashley
Finding herself on the way to the village center again, she pulled over, intending to negotiate a three-point turn. The cottage was slightly out of the village, so she needed to get back onto the opposite side of the road and go back up the hill. Glancing over Hannah’s instructions again, she swung the car to the right—straight into the path of a motorcyclist.What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. The rider tried to stop but couldn’t do so in time, although he did manage to avoid hitting her car. As he turned his handlebars hard to the right, his tires lost grip on the wet road and he flew off, sliding some way before coming to a halt.Layla sat motionless in her car, paralyzed temporarily by the shock. At last she managed to galvanize herself into action and fumbled for the door handle, her shaking hands making it hard to get a grip. When the door finally opened, another dilemma hit. What if she couldn’t stand? Her legs felt like jelly, surely they wouldn’t support her. Forcing herself upward, she was relieved to discover they held firm. Once she was sure they would continue to do so, she bolted over to where the biker lay, placed one hand on his soaking leather-clad shoulder and said, “Are you okay?”“No, I’m not bloody okay!” he replied, a pair of bright blue eyes meeting hers as he lifted his visor. “I’m a bit bruised and battered as it goes.”Despite his belligerent words, relief flooded through her: he wasn’t dead!“Oh, I’m so glad,” she said, letting out a huge sigh.“Glad?” he said, sitting up now and brushing the mud and leaves off his left arm. “Charming.”“Oh, no, no,” she stuttered, realizing what she’d just said. “I’m not glad that I knocked you over. I’m glad you’re alive.”“Only just, I think,” he replied, needing a helping hand to stand up.“Can I give you a lift somewhere, take you to the nearest hospital?”“The nearest hospital? That would be in Bodmin, I think, about fifteen miles from here. I don’t fancy driving fifteen miles with you behind the wheel.”Feeling a little indignant now, Layla replied, “I’m actually a very good driver, thank you. You’re the first accident I’ve ever had.”“Lucky me,” he replied sarcastically.
— Shani Struthers
I’ll take my chances against your fickle heart if it means it’s mine.
— Cora Carmack, Faking It
But sometimes you don’t know what you’re looking for until it’s already knocked you flat on your back.
— Cora Carmack, Faking It
I understand now, why sometimes, you have to lose happiness to find it again…
— Jennifer J. Hayes
Just so you know, I'm strictly a taco girl. I have tried sausage, but it's not for me." ~ Jolie
— Emma Nichols, Sin at Sea
I want to see the sunrise with you. I want to watch the sunset. I want to make out during a movie. Silly, huh?
— Emma Nichols, Sin at Sea
I am a runner. Not an actual runner, like with shoes and sweat. Instead, I specialize in leaving uncomfortable situations with alarming speed. Some people need closure, I need space.
— Emma Nichols, Sin at Sea
I was going to make him forget, too. He would forget every woman who came before me, every moment that I wasn’t a part of, every dream he had that didn’t include me. Starting now.
— Emma Nichols, Sin at Sea
A good editor is like tinsel to a Christmas Tree...they add the perfect amount of sparkle without being gaudy.
— Bobbi Romans
It takes a truly great man to see that he’s been wrong and to apologize for it, even in the face of the obvious.
— Amy Lane, Under the Rushes
If the worst you can say about an otherwise sweet-natured and pleasant romance novel is that the main characters are just too wholesome to suit you and your bitter, bitter, cat-infested, 7-years-friendless-and-romantically-barren life, you should probably just eat a fucking cupcake and settle in to wait for El Señor to take you away from this place on the wings of angels who all bear a marked resemblance to a young Rob Lowe.
— Julio Alexi Genao
I’ll be as loving as you will be, as stubborn as I know you are, as passionate as I’m thankful you are and as supportive and understanding as I’ve known you to be. You are my best friend and I love you
— Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba, This Could Have Been Our Song! A Coulda Woulda Shoulda Ballad
I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter with a note that says, “cook your own dinner and suck your own dick.
— Pella Grace
That attraction force which always happens between the reader and the book, i adore it when it takes place <3
— Marvin Perry
Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff.
— Nancy B. Brewer, Garnet
Have some carrots. They're good for your eyes.""Then you have some fries. They're good for your... I don't know. They're just good.
— Sarah Ockler, Bittersweet
Maybe she should stop reading those damn romance novels. They were giving her crazy expectations.
— Lexi Blake, A Dom is Forever
I've never felt as happy as I've been for the past month. And I've never loved anyone like I love you right now.
— Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills
The silence stretched out between us as I stared at him, the tears blurring my vision as I waited for him to save me from this torment. Surely he could find a way.
— Kathryn Michaels, Crazy for Milk
For the briefest of moments his eyes sparkled before dimming again. “However much I would love to get into a discussion about chastity belts, now is not the time. The people we were fighting were not human in the strictest sense of the word.
— Michelle Smart, Once Upon A Twist
Lost: Heartbeat. Last seen being chased away by an Irishman’s shameless grin. Reward if returned.
— Whitney K.E., What Happens in Ireland
Kate giggled. “Excellent choice.”“I always make excellent choices.”“I don’t know about that.”“Of course I do. I picked ye, didn’t I?
— Whitney K.E., What Happens in Ireland
If you lay down and act like a doormat... then you are sure to get walked on.
— Janey Rosen, Sebastian: Secrets
It’s not goodbye, Sam. It’s see you in two days. I promise…” she said stroking his hair away from his dimpled cheek.“I’m counting on it. You will be missed,” he said as he put her hand on his chest near his heart. “You will be missed right here…
— Rachel Hanna, Love in the Falls: Sam & Camden
She strove for poised composure, despite feeling like a powerless pawn in a despicable game of human chess, played for the amusement of those who enjoyed tragic endings at the expense of someone else’s happiness—no—their very existence.
— Collette Cameron, Highlander's Hope
That’s when it hit him with the force of a fastball in the chest: He was falling in love with Shane MacKinnon. He hardly knew her, and yet he knew with absolutely certainty that she was everything he’d ever wanted. He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of their lives. He wanted to wipe away her tears. He wanted to make her happy, take care of her, protect her from harm. He wanted to make babies with her and walk beside her as they grew old. He wanted to be buried next to her. Falling? It was completely nuts, but he couldn’t deny it: He was already in love with her. And it scared the crap out of him.
— Jane Taylor Starwood, Shattered Blue
Say you’ll marry me.” Sighing melodramatically, Tyler wound his free arm around Johnnie’s neck. He pulled back enough to look again into Johnnie’s eyes. “Fine. But why do I get the feeling I get to be the bride?
— Jet Mykles, Heaven
As a first-generation Ethiopian immigrant, Sheba had lived in Charleston since she turned five years of age. She was Ethiopian by birth, but American by preference. She had worked hard, studied and sacrificed plenty to get where she was today, no easy feat for someone who had just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday. According to her friends, Sheba was a beauty, though when she looked in the mirror, she saw inevitable flaws; her cheekbones were too pronounced, her mouth a little too wide, her nose with that perturbing slant to it. Still, she accepted compliments gratefully, especially from her roommate, Janelle. Janelle was the true beauty, Sheba thought, with dark ebony skin so smooth that she could be a walking ad for Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate.
— Joanna Hynes, My Song Of Songs: Solomon's Touch
You don’t get one chance at life but many over one lifetime.
— Elize Amornette, The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
She didn’t know Matt had followed her until he grabbed her shoulder, halting her headlong rush to nowhere. He turned her into his arms, pulled her against his chest, crushed her mouth in a searing kiss.“Shane,” he said when he raised his head from hers. “I love you. I love you.”Her heart opened and the wall inside her trembled as she clung to him. “Burn me up, Matt,” she said, her voice a ragged whisper. “Burn it away. Please, please, burn it all away.”She heard him growl deep in his throat and he lifted her into his arms in one swift movement. As he carried her back across the parking lot and through the door of her room, she rained kisses on his neck and the hard line of his jaw. His skin was warm and damp and tasted of salt and desire.
— Jane Taylor Starwood, Shattered Blue
Honestly...this is why I write.I write to get the happy ending I sometimes feel is eluding me.I write for my sanity.
— Debora Dennis
When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would regret this. She already regretted this.
— Laura  Oliva, All That Glitters
David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David, it was never enough. He graduated from an Ivy League school at the top of his class, and his parents were political royalty in America so he grew up in the spotlight with all of the luxuries one could imagine.
— Yolanda Richards, Scandalous: By His Executive Order
Let me in, Emily, and I swear to you that you'll never regret it.”Ethan Sterling in Private Emotions
— Elize Amornette, The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
He said he wants variety. The irony is that I wanted variety too. But I wanted variety in a solid, stable committed relationship where I would wake up each morning asking “What are we going to do today?” not asking “Who are you going to do today?
— Aimee Lane
I was where my heart held out hope that someday I would be again. It was the reason I never forgot him. My heart had held onto him. And as he clung to me, as he soothed me, held me, I felt everything begin to relax.
— Rebecca Ethington, Eyes of Ember
It was crazy. One minute my arms were around him in a very platonic friendly hug, the next, I was on fire, and no matter how he much touched me, it was not enough.
— Somi Ekhasomhi, Always Yours
I read somewhere once that getting lost is the best way to find yourself.
— Joanne Clancy, The Wedding Day
She rages through my blood, is etched in my alma, and fused to my corazon.” quote Ricardo Emmanuel De La Cruz.Hot & Enchanting, De La Cruz Saga
— P.T. Macias
Take your clothes off slowly. For me?” Ethan asked as he folded his large hands behind his head.So he wanted a show? Cecile had never done anything that sexy in her life, and she felt she lacked any real grace, but for Ethan, she’d give it a try.
— Amanda Bretz, Love, Simplified
Have you never been so heartbreakingly lonely that you felt as though you would go mad?”- Darcia Moon, Gravitation, Book One: Beyond the Pale
— N.L. Armitage, Beyond the Pale
Matt is a tortured soul,' Amanda insisted. 'He's Heathcliff and you're Cathy. He's Rochester and you're Jane Eyre. He's-''Darcy and I'm Elizabeth. I get it. And you're wrong.
— Robin Brande, Fat Cat
Justus tried to make an objective assessment of Miguel. What was the big deal with him, anyway? So he was easy on the eyes. Actually that was an understatement; he was for female eyes, a virtual feast. He was a perfect physical specimen, and very sensual. He seemed to positively ooze sex and eroticism with his every move, look, and touch. Justus turned her head toward him to steal a glance at his profile, but he caught her looking at him.His eyes were so arresting, they were a dark, fierce green, like beautiful shining emeralds. She also noticed flecks of gold laced through them, reminiscent of cat’s eyes. Not any ordinary house cat, these were the eyes of a wild predator.He was a panther; with his black hair and green eyes and the way he moved, so gracefully, yet with definite strength and agility. She sighed to herself, so much for her objectivity.
— Amanda Bretz, Finding Justus
for though a very few hours spent in the hard labor of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects that can really be in common between two rational creatures, yet for the lovers is different. Between them no subject is finished; no communication is ever made, till it has been made at least twenty times over.
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Neither would you, had you grown up in a library of melodramatic romance novels.
— Clementine Holzinger, EL32
She was like a star in the sky and I would imagine how she could be mine....
— I R Shankar
I was spinning—from the kiss, the alcohol or the lack of air, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to pull away if only just to breath.
— Melissa Aragon, Unexpectedly Out of Focus
But it was so much more. In that white blouse you wore, you looked like Grace Kelly, sharing a joke with a schnauzer, then you smiled at me and i was included, the three of us alone together. I thought, there's a woman I could die for.
— Phillipa Fioretti, The Book of Love
Synthetic chocolate sounds wrong.
— Missy Lyons, Alien Promise
*****WARNING: ADULT CONTENT INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE******“Her pussy juices welled into the cunt as Larry continued to pound it hard and fast, his dick making a sloshing sound in the pussy. As he fucked her like a whore, he felt his cock starting to explode.“I’m coming, I'm coming!
— Joanna Lyndstrom, Beachfront Escapes
I could practically hear the unspoken ‘good girl’ accompanied by a pat and scratch behind my ears like I was his obedient pet.
— Melissa Aragon, Unexpectedly Out of Focus
My fingers itched to touch, my lips begged to taste and my body buzzed with a frenzied energy, but my mind screamed to move far away from him fast.
— Melissa Aragon, Unexpectedly Out of Focus
There was an electric buzzing sound that was constantly on, acting as background music like a million cicadas in the forest. A constant white noise.
— Missy Lyons, Alien Promise
Afterwards, as he held me and stroked my hair, my body was singing with pleasure, I couldn’t believe I had waited so long. I thought of how we had wasted a whole year we could have had together and I felt so sad I wanted to cry.
— Somi Ekhasomhi, Always Yours
The pain was greater than the shame
— Bea Turvey, Banished
What was she thinking? He was her mechanic, not a piece of meat. Although, if he were a piece of meat, he’d be a big, juicy porterhouse, the naughtier side of her thought. -Gabby, Love in Greener Pastures
— Amanda Bretz, Finding Justus and Love in Greener Pastures
I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears.The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.
— Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
Goodbyes are sad, but they are temporary, because as hellos ends with goodbyes, so will goodbyes start with hellos.
— Melody Manful, Dominion
If you're waiting for me to declare my undying love for you, I can't do that yet, blood-bond or no blood-bond. If you think I'm the swoony type of heroine you find in romance novels, who'll fall into your arms just because you saved me from an alternate reality or whatever, get ready to leave empty handed, because I don't want to be caught.
— Dianna Hardy, The Sands Of Time
After all these years, my heart still wants you. It still misses you. it still aches for you. I can't control what my heart wants, I could just deny it of it... Love, Viv
— Eveli Acosta, Unraveling
Believe that sometimes choices in life aren't always what we WANT. But sometimes, they're what we NEED
— Kathryn Le Veque
That's how life is; we grow, we learn, and sometimes we change. And in every man, there is hope.
— Kathryn Le Veque
The hotness of a sex scene lies in the loins of the beholder.
— J.Leigh Hunter
Leave it to you to find a legal way to do something illegal
— Diana Palmer, The Last Mercenary
His embrace left her breathless and restored all the faith she'd lost in the power of love. When their lips parted, she sighed and said, 'I don't need a party or anything else. All I need is you. I love you.' (Wildflowers)
— Catherine Greenfeder
The game jostled back and forth, and then came the final inning. Some player named Casey came to bat, like his teammates, looking like a rock. Lightning ripped through the air as rain came down in sheets. The scoreboard said the horses were beating the rocks by two points, but there were two men on base. If Casey hit a homerun, the rocks would beat the horses. If not, too bad for the rocks. This man, Ben, and the two people with him looked horrified as this Casey came to bat. They had red shirts with horses painted on them. They jumped up and down for joy when they saw the final pitch, and Casey sulking back to the dugout. He had struck out. After the game, the four hiked back to a very small car.
— Molly Maguire McGill, A Sappy Piece of Crap: A Love Story
I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God grante
— Voltaire
When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.
— Anton Chekhov
There were people who believed their opportunities to live a fulfilled life were hampered by the number of Asians in England, by the existance of a royal family, by the volume of traffic that passed by their house, by the malice of trade unions, by the power of callous employers, by the refusal of the health service to take their condition seriously, by communism, by capitalism, by atheism, by anything, in fact, but their own futile, weak-minded failure to get a fucking grip.
— Stephen Fry, Revenge
The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Boggle with sex addicts is up there with go-kart racing with junkies.
— Russell Brand, My Booky Wook
One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse-Five
Apologize: To lay the foundation for a future offence.
— Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary
No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
A man is angry at a libel because it is false, but at a satire because it is true.
— G.K. Chesterton
The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?
— William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair
TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE
— George Orwell, 1984
An honest politician is an oxymoron.
— Mark Twain
Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.
— L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs
The people heard it, and approved the doctrine, and immediately practiced the contrary.
— Benjamin Franklin, The Way to Wealth
Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Strong Opinions
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who will guard the guards?
— Dan Brown, Digital Fortress
The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]
— Terry Pratchett, The Truth