#romance

What would you like to do with my neck?’ I asked. ‘Seduce me with your words. Feel free. ↗

— James Lusarde

#erotic-romance #erotica #love #men-and-women #romance

Honestly...this is why I write. I write to get the happy ending I sometimes feel is eluding me. I write for my sanity. ↗

— Debora Dennis

#romance-novels #writing #writing-quote #writing-romance #inspirational

Our lips crashed together as she raised herself off the bed, meeting my body with hers. We made out like we were teenagers again. I swore I hadn’t kissed anyone as lovingly and full with passion as I did with Emma. ↗

— Alexandria Rhodes

#romance-sexy #sexy #will-roberts #love

I admire independence. The world would be a stronger place if we were all capable of handling life on our own. But being capable of it doesn't mean being unable to share and depend on someone else. It shouldn't mean being unwilling to. That's the romance. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#love #romance #love

You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. “Darling love… you are. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#humour #romance #romantic #love

He’s jealous because lions are better hunters.”--Monroe “Are you compensating for something, Monroe?” --Bastian ↗

— Bethany Averie

#fairy-tales #fantasy #paranormal #romance #love

Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds - it was you I fell in love with first. ↗

— Lang Leav

#romance #love

What are you going to do?” Her voice was breathy. “I’m going to do you.” He nuzzled her neck. ↗

— Kate Angell

#romance #love

Rodrigo tried to draw a deep breath, but his chest was too filled with anguish, rage and guilt. He kissed his ash-coated fingers. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you more than life itself.” Curling his fingers into his fist, he pressed it against his chest. So, I will surely see you soon…and then, my love, we shall be together in our forever now. ↗

— Lisa Valdez

#love #romance #love

Where are you? Have you arrived yet?” she asked eagerly. “I have. I’m here and it’s great. I love it.” “I knew you would!” cried Hannah. “So are you coming down? Help me pull a pint or two?” “Yeah, sure. Give me half an hour or so, and I’ll be there.” “Brilliant. See you soon.” “Bye,” replied Layla, hanging up. No time for eating then, she’d better unpack the car, sort out the bedraggled mess that she was, and get down to the pub. Start learning the ropes. Hauling one of the bags upstairs, she went into her bedroom and plonked it on the bed. Before doing anything else, however, she couldn’t resist peering out of the window again, having to imagine Gull Rock this time as the deepening night had hidden it completely. A year, she thought. That’s all I’ve got, a year. Enough time to get over anyone, surely? Taking in a deep breath then letting it slowly out, she bloody hoped so. ↗

— Shani Struthers

#imagination