#roma

I believe the phrase you’re looking for is ‘too much money and not enough things to spend it on. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#money

You Romans wash too much to be true men. Washing is for women, to clean our breeches and our vests. And even they barely let their toes touch the stream! Hah! ↗

— Andrew Levkoff

#washing #men

Poor boys are easier than middle-class or rich ones. Boys who've been busted are easier than boys who have not. Southern boys are easier than Northern boys. Marines are easier than Masturbation. ↗

— John Valentine

#glbt #humor #m-m-romance #marines #seduction

Blake smiled while greeting him and turned to introduce me to his friend from Camp Lejeune. Blake made the formal introductions while I studied the two distinguished men. I liked the way they both carried themselves in a dignified manner with confidence, but not too much that they seemed arrogant. I was fascinated by them. Sleek. Forget eye candy. These two are like eye caffeine. I feel energized just looking at them. ↗

— Debra Kay

#contemporary-romance #drama #erotic-romance #fiction-novel #military-romance

Please Tell me what your favorite flavor of ice cream... is ↗

— Lara Sansen

#romance #sexuality #men

Oh.My. Every illegal swear word in the dictionary, God. What is it with older men? don't they ever look in the mirror? ↗

— Diane Messidoro

#men #romance #love

If my brother, Dægan, was still alive to herald this moment, I know he would have something poetically moving to say. But where I lack in speech, I make up for in determination. Let my actions speak for themselves, for I will have my vengeance. As the last living son of Rælik, I will defend my father’s honor and uphold his noble name. Rally the men for council—my Æsa needs me.” ~ Gustaf Ræliksen ↗

— Renee Vincent

#paranormal #romance #viking #men

Two blue men the size of football players walking through a store wrapped in Roman gladiator armor was bound to attract attention. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#aliens #blue-men #gladiators #roman #romance

We do not need you. Do not come unless I call you.” Ricard crawled out of bed and shut the door as the steam men moved down the hall. “Dumb things.” Ricard - As Timeless As Stone ↗

— Maeve Alpin

#steampunk-romance #men

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

#casey-at-the-bat #philladelphia #phillies #romance-novels #thunder