Best 173 quotes in «romance novel quotes» category

When her gaze landed upon his lips, he scooted closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Fire ignited low in his belly and desire coursed through his veins. No doubt, his John Thomas was doing all the thinking; he knew he should listen to the head between his shoulders, the one telling him this was a mistake, but the one between his legs was more insistent.

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically: His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong. Her editor would cut that line.

When we share in each other's grief and pain, we lighten it. Or maybe we just give each other permission to feel it fully and, through that act of acceptance, the grief becomes more bearable. Because, like the rain, tears too have an end. And with deep emotions, we are open to each other in unexpected ways.

When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.

Why can’t it be as easy as picking off petals? Why can’t he just love me? Open up to me? Tell me what his battles are so I can slay them for him, or at least with him for god’s sake. Why does he have to be so stubborn?

Why are you looking at me like that?’’ he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip. “No reason.’’ I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted. He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be blushing. “You shouldn’t touch a man like that in the morning,’’ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.

You are either a half-baked, baked, or burnt cookie. You decide, but you can't be all three in life. - Aunt Polly

- Why would the man who never takes vacations suddenly have a desire for one? - Because I have a desire for you.

You know what?” he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.

You taste like mine.

I don't write romance novels.

You’ve been putting a deadline on this relationship from the get-go. The way I see it, since we can’t make long-term plans, we just have to do everything faster. That way we get to experience everything.

You thought I didn’t notice the way you two looked at each other? I may be old but I’m not blind. I remember that feeling. The spark, the electricity... ” I had to interject before I got the unabridged version of Anjali Does Mumbai.

You were always mine. -Black

A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an 'off' day. Trust me, good things will come of it.

American girls shivered and quivered at the Aussie accent whispered against their bodies.

Als je nu je ogen weer opent moet je eens om je heen kijken. Dit is waarom historie mij zo raakt. Het idee dat mensen deze zelfde ruimte honderden jaren geleden ook zo hebben gezien vind ik intrigerend. Uiteraard hangen er nu andere schilderijen en staan er geen authentieke meubels meer, maar de haard, het plafond en de ramen met de houten luiken zullen niet veel veranderd zijn. Wat zullen de mensen die het slot toen bezochten gedacht hebben? Waren ze gelukkig of hadden ze zorgen? Wat deed hun hart sneller kloppen?’ Haar ogen sprankelen. ‘Sorry, ik kan me hier helemaal in verliezen.

A magia do primeiro amor é inegável. Assim como o fascínio de amar uma mulher inesquecível. E como negar a atração de céus noturnos, estrelas cadentes, e a maneira como Elle se iluminava sempre que olhava para elas?

A normal person can't just turn off love

And even though they had not had sex yet, he was a great lover, replacing sex with the science of bravery and inner strength. Meredith had always wanted a man with this kind of depth.

Ask me..what do I want?

As long as you wear that medallion you are bound by The Order Of Pirates’ rules and trust me, you don’t want any of us against you.” - Pearl Dale, Mermaid Island #1

Ava Elizabeth Baker you make yourself a survivor, not a victim. Become an exception and not a rule.

A swirl of dust and dirt picked up from the shadows that fell over everything in this grungy corner of the world. The dancing movement was hypnotizing. The sand and grit had rested long enough to have drifted into obscurity. But fate had different plans, and this gust of wind had lifted them and turned their obscure and unknown existence into a chaotic tempest of action that could not be ignored.

Because I’m attracted to you. Because you’re the poster child for contradictions and I enjoy each one of them. You’re funny when you’re being so damn serious. You have a kind heart and protective nature that reminds me so much of my father.

Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I’m a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I had nothing to give him beside myself and my heart and he denied me.

Believe in yourself & Love yourself.

Capture every moments of your life.

Friendly fire was never friendly, and it was coming. Operation Stand-and-Watch was over. Did that mean Operation Bust-His-Balls was on deck?

Daniel reaches out and grabs my hand to steady me. His skin is warm and soft, and holding his hand sends an electric sensation up my right arm. He holds my hand firmly until I regain my balance, which takes me a heartbeat longer than it should have. “Thanks for keeping me from falling,” I say. He smiles warmly. “Sometimes we just can’t stop ourselves from falling, cher.

Derrick, you have to make the air move out of her tummy. You are not assaulting her. You're saving her from a stomach ache. ~Anne Howard

Dieper dan nodig is drukt hij de vlijmscherpe punt in mijn vlees en snijdt een kruis. Het bloed sijpelt eruit, maar ik vertrek geen spier.

Don’t cry,’’ he breathed out so very close to my face. Just a little closer and I’d feel his lips ghosting against mine. “It’s like a punch in my guts when you cry.’’ “You shouldn’t touch me,’’ I said, but despite my words, I didn’t try to move away from his touch. A tear ran to my upper lip and I tasted it with the very tip of my tongue. Nolan’s eyes darkened when he followed it, not straying from my mouth. I could see goosebumps over his skin on his neck and on his forearms. “Nolan?

Do you plan on marrying Charles?” She shook her head. “Good. I wouldn’t want to shoot him, but I would." ... Finding Promise

Edward chuckled into her mouth. “Like that, do you?” he murmured. “So do I.”

Elsa's mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then women were saddled with the biggest burden of all. It was pressing down upon them, the way the sea pressed down upon the creatures of the deep.

Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.

Every muscle in her body stiffened at his touch as he studied her cheek. She was expecting another blow; it was quite possible. He had always been unpredictable that way. His blue eyes stared down at her, then thankfully he released her chin.

Fate bring two people together and it is love's job to keep them there

Each would treasure going to hell if it would keep the other safe!

Edward kissed her for the first time in months without that hazy veil between them. And this kiss was so different, so pure and undiluted, that it jolted through him like a bolt of lightning. Arrowing through his chest and heart and straight to his groin. Suddenly, Edward wanted her. All of her, desperately, right now. He didn’t want to comfort, or be comforted. He wanted to possess.

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn’t see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.

God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.” “No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.

Have you ever believed in something so completely that you were willing to give up everything and everyone in your life to protect it?

Guess what, Callie? Love isn’t safe. It’s messed up and crazy and it hurts like hell. But why would you want anything less than what we had? Jesus, what we had—it was more than love. It was…Dammit. Why do I have to explain this to you? I’m empty without you, and no other woman, no friend or brother—no one can take your place. You’re part of me. And I’m sorry but I’m not buying that you’ve moved on. We messed up, and we got lost, but I will be damned if I accept that you’d rather have some boring, bland, safe relationship than me.

Have you come to terms with what’s going to happen between us?

He’s like a half-baked cookie. - Aunt Polly