#novel

Lost: Heartbeat. Last seen being chased away by an Irishman’s shameless grin. Reward if returned. ↗

— Whitney K.E.

#irish-romance #love #romance #romance-novels #love

Life, like love, holds many secrets for us to discover. Some we unearth early on. Others take us most of our days to stumble upon, even though they are hidden in plain sight. ↗

— Roy L. Pickering Jr.

#life

If she would just let herself go I would be there to catch her if she fell but she wasn't ready to take that step yet." Ethan Sterling in Private Emotions ↗

— Elize Amornette

#books-romance #elize-amornette #elize-amornette-author #love-story #private-emotions-trilogy

As the fireworks began to illuminate the sky above them, Blake and Veronica made love for the first time on Hideaway Hill. ↗

— Elle A. Rose

#romance-novel #love

Two is always better than one. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#lovers #menage #romance #romance-novel #love

God I'm in love, and it feels so good! ↗

— Veronica Brannon

#love

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

«She had Google, and she had Wikipedia. She could look up anything obscure, any words or phrases that she didn’t understand. A romance novel was just a book, while the Internet was the Internet. The Internet would crack these nuts for sure.» ↗

— Bruce Sterling

#google #internet #novel #wikipedia #love

«No podría ser feliz con un hombre cuyo gusto no coincidiera en todo momento con el mío. Tendría que participar en todos mis sentimientos. Los mismos libros, la misma música habría de hechizarnos a los dos. ↗

— Jane Austen

#love #novel #love

Where are you? Have you arrived yet?” she asked eagerly. “I have. I’m here and it’s great. I love it.” “I knew you would!” cried Hannah. “So are you coming down? Help me pull a pint or two?” “Yeah, sure. Give me half an hour or so, and I’ll be there.” “Brilliant. See you soon.” “Bye,” replied Layla, hanging up. No time for eating then, she’d better unpack the car, sort out the bedraggled mess that she was, and get down to the pub. Start learning the ropes. Hauling one of the bags upstairs, she went into her bedroom and plonked it on the bed. Before doing anything else, however, she couldn’t resist peering out of the window again, having to imagine Gull Rock this time as the deepening night had hidden it completely. A year, she thought. That’s all I’ve got, a year. Enough time to get over anyone, surely? Taking in a deep breath then letting it slowly out, she bloody hoped so. ↗

— Shani Struthers

#imagination