#romance

Betrayal is an ironic thing. He or she betrays you then you betray yourself. You think you’re showing strength with your anger, but in reality, you’re showing how much you still care. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#betrayal #bickering #breakups #divorce #fights

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing? ↗

— Priya Ardis

#chick-lit #coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

I'd rather be stung to death by a bunch of piss ants. ~Synola Harper, You're Busting My Nuptials ↗

— Ann Everett

#humor #mystery #romantic-comedy #death

Did you recently turn into a jerk or have you been one since birth? ↗

— Priya Ardis

#coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales #merlin

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#love

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then a new thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver went up her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis of grace? ↗

— Penelope Marzec

#disability #inspirational #lawyer #police-officer #romance

Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind. ↗

— Katherine Owen

#heroine-s-journey #loss #love #romance #death

Fresh, sweet honeysuckle. Ripe and rich and ready to be fucked-- PLUCKED, he corrected himself, ready to be plucked. ↗

— Christine Warren

#romance #humor

I'm looking for a man" Bree started. "Aren't we all, dear? All I got's bread and doughnuts, but they're the next best thing" "I don't know about that .. well maybe doughnuts. I've lost my .. friend. He's tall-sixfour-longish dark hair, wearing a kilt" "Oh him" She smacked a hand over her heart "I'd take him over doughnuts any day ↗

— Anita Clenney

#paranormal-romance #humor

It took Feyra some time to realise that she was not delirious: the citizens were wearing painted masks.From childhood she had heard the legend that the Venetians were half human, half beast.She knew that this could not be true, but in the swirling fog of this hellish city she almost believed it. The creatures seemed to stare at her down their warped noses from their blank and hollow eyes. And overlord of all was the winged lion - he was everywhere, watching from every plaque or pennant, ubiquitous and threatening. ↗

— Marina Fiorato

#bubonic-plague #historical-romance-fiction #medical-history #venice #architecture