#romance

New but…good,” Evan said, shaking his head. “A good thing.” Helena caught the look that passed between the two men and it was beautiful…the only word she could think of was beautiful. It was love and lust and such a tender expression of care she wondered if they had any clue how lovely it was to see... ↗

— Tere Michaels

#beauty

I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne) ↗

— Kimberly Brockman

#haunting #nightmares #paranormal-romance #young-adult-fiction #dreams

I do like a little romance... just a sniff, as I call it, of the rocks and valleys. Of course, bread-and-cheese is the real thing. The rocks and valleys are no good at all, if you haven't got that. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

#course #good #got #haven #i

Every great love starts with a great story... ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#storytelling #love

He's like a drug for you, Bella. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#romance #simile #romance

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss! ↗

— Oliver Goldsmith

#bliss #charming #colors #consummate #deceptive

I've always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe's way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...they're happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands. But that doesn't change the fact that the whiskey, weed, and romance eventually runs out and the night will soon turn to day. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#daydreaming #death #history #innocence #love

I was obsessed with romance. When I was in high school, I saw 'Doctor Zhivago' every day from the day it opened until the day it left the theater. ↗

— John Hughes

#day #doctor #every #every day #high

It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough. ↗

— Maya Banks

#romantic-suspense #love

She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deer—Knox—tilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she caressed the boney protrusion. The ivory tines were warmer than she thought they’d be, a living extension of the man inside. She petted his pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of his muscles bunching and moving underneath. Sitting back, she winked up at him. "You probably get this a lot,but…nice rack.” The deer flashed back into a man who tackled her onto her pillows with a wolfy growl. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you? ↗

— Miranda Stowe

#erotic-romance #shapeshifter #dreams