#roma

Okay, babe, I'm here.” The front door smashed opened, slamming against the wall—the man didn't know how to turn a knob? ↗

— Christy Reece

#romance #romantic-suspense #romantic

I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks. ↗

— Helene Young

#romantic-suspense #love

Say it again,” he says. “That whole drawn-out speech?” I remember something about a solar system, but I’m too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again. He steps closer. “No. The part about you fallin’ for me. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#romantic #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #romantic

From Flood, Flash, and Pheromones--coming soon: As Cassie’s body hurled toward him in the swirl, she realized the brevity of the situation. This was it. This was the moment that determined whether she lived to see another day or drowned in this filthy brown water. This was the moment she proved she had never been a quitter, never been a weakling. All the problems she’d dealt with at work today seemed trivial. ↗

— Shelley K. Wall

#novel #romancel #romantic-suspense #suspense #thriller

... ja minä joka olisin halunnut kärsiä mitä hyvänsä tämän naisen vuoksi, pelkäsin että hän hyväksyisi minut liian nopeasti ja soisi minulle liian helposti rakkautensa, jonka olisin tahtonut lunastaa pitkällä odotuksella tai suurella uhrilla. (Armand Duval) ↗

— Alexandre Dumas-fils

#romantic

I thought this would be the end of your antics. There are three hundred guests sitting in the church and suddenly you believe you can fly? ↗

— Yvonne Harriott

#romantic

...romantic weltschmerz, a state of feeling thought to be basically subversive yet in most cases, like 'beat' rebelliousness today, adolescent and harmless. ↗

— Leo Marx

#weltschmerz #romantic

You'll never forget," Alden said, for the first time the pure evil of his soul showing in his eyes. His voice was bloodcurdingly gentle as he added, "And neither will I. Nothing feels as good as your own flesh and blood. ↗

— Justine Davis

#romantic-suspense #silhouette #romantic

He’s been a bit grumpy since Potato Day.’ She heard Gethin choke back a laugh. ‘He set up an all-day workshop on all things potato after reading up about successful winter events at other nurseries,’ she went on, unable to hide her own amusement. ‘It was a terrible failure. Hardly anyone turned up apart from our poet, Wilfie, who wrote a Potat-Ode to celebrate the occasion. ↗

— Christine Stovell

#romantic-comedy #romantic

She had offered to drive, not least because it would have given her some control over the evening, but Gethin had raised an eyebrow and told her he liked a more comfortable ride. She assumed it was a reference to her van rather than some frank over-sharing. ↗

— Christine Stovell

#romantic-comedy #romantic