Best 173 quotes in «romance novel quotes» category

Smelling the hint of his cologne. Hearing his voice speak her name. It was like reopening a cut you thought already healed and pouring salt directly into it.

Some things, Cassie, you just feel. You don’t know. You feel them. In here,” Gabriel said, pointing to his chest. “I knew without words, without facts, without knowing every last detail about you and your life that I was drawn to you. That we had a connection. I was mesmerized. The kind of thing that is rare.

Take a table and I’ll join you in a second.’’ When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing. I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.

That topsy-turvy, warm feeling of arousal was attraction. An unfamiliar feeling that had never occurred before was happening with her enemy.

Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal. "There's nothing to say." He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?

Tequila had been a bad idea.

the ball of sexual-tension-meets-too-many-drinks was in her court.

The boy took my sketchbook.

The hours tick by as I lie in bed. Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.

The kiss wove between gentle and frenzied, liquid and greedy, silken and primal, and he sucked every second of bliss he could from the forbidden pleasure.

Sometimes Karl, you have to realize your weeknesses and be willing to discuss them with adults.

The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.

The next time I bring her to climax, I want her to be begging me.

... The use of your gift for good is your responsibility. You must decide for yourself.

They did it quite a lot after that first encounter" ... when Jill remembers first meeting the dashing Baron.

There was no question to answer. He would rather die with er than live a single day more without her.

There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.

This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—

Three things. Three things are all I’ll ever ask of you. Never lie to me, never say anything you don’t mean, and always give me your pleasure. It’s the only things I’ll ever want. ~Grayson Mandrake

True love is loving yourself thoroughly so that you can love another unconditionally.

Tu stai vivendo nel passato per ricordare, io nel futuro per rimediare. Un bacio era un modo per incontrarci nel presente.

Two is always better than one.

We don't need food to survive this life as much as we need our hearts broken at least once. But the best part is, the first break is always the worst. It'll never feel this bad.

We need you to come home.

True love cannot be a fragile flower.

We’re having a sleepover. We’re going to do this all night, and I’m going to cuddle you like a motherfucker after finishing sexing every last orgasm out of you.

What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.

What’s bosoms?” Cade asked. “You’ll find out when you get older,” Jake said. "A lot older," Colt said. Last Promise

When George spotted the pinup girl of his fondest fantasies across that cheesy bar, he had no idea what his pickup line was going to be. All he knew was that he had to get to her, right that second, and stake his claim. He didn’t give two shits if she was meeting someone, or was there with friends. That bird was going to be his.

When did I start feeling so safe with him? I guess knowing that my friends wouldn’t set me up with some psycho criminal helps.

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.

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.

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

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.

We’ll have to go back there one day, the both of us. You can show my all your favorite places.” “Silly man,” I laughed and pulled his face down to mine. “You are my favorite place.

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

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

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

You taste like mine.

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’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.

I don't write romance novels.

You were always mine. -Black

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

Ask me..what do I want?

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?

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