#roman

What’s important,” I say, taking his face in mine hands, looking him in the eye, “is that all this hesitation of yours is giving me a complex. And I feel annoying, insecure thoughts threatening to infiltrate the certainty of you liking me. ↗

— Brooklyn Skye

#new-adult

The stars froze in the sky, and the moon went dark, and all the world stopped and stared, awed at the sheer, breathtaking passion blazing between us. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#romance #love

The very first thing I saw was his eyes, bluer and brighter than the sea itself. They gazed at me, so dazzling, and for an instant I couldn't even feel the pain. I was too overcome by the handsomeness of this sandy haired boy ↗

— Rebecah McManus

#blue-eyes #boy #dazzling #eyes #love

You know that moment when you hug somebody, when your heart feels warm and high in your chest and tingly? When you feel just for a second like a baby in a womb... that nothing matters? That's how I want you to feel. That's what a girlfriend should do, I think. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#hug #paranormal-romance #puppy-love #rooftop #the-perfect-girl

The best part of falling in love is the mystery and excitement of not knowing. The worst part of falling in love is the mystery and agony of not knowing. ↗

— Gayle Hayes

#love

Is it possible not to ever know your type - not to even know you have a type - until quite suddenly you do? ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#love

If you're waiting for me to declare my undying love for you, I can't do that yet, blood-bond or no blood-bond. If you think I'm the swoony type of heroine you find in romance novels, who'll fall into your arms just because you saved me from an alternate reality or whatever, get ready to leave empty handed, because I don't want to be caught. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#amy-and-pueblo #independence #love #reality #romance

She did not want to know what charm he had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real. ↗

— Penelope Marzec

#historical-romance #paranormal #white-buck #wizard #love

The guy was a piece of sin. If he were the devil holding a contract, this would be the moment I might just give in to temptation and sign over my soul. ↗

— J.C. Reed

#romance #sex #sin #love

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh. ↗

— Rebecca Berto

#fiction #love-story #na #new-adult #romance