#romance

Come on, asshole,” Paul said as he stepped onto the porch. “Come make me cry— I dare ya. ↗

— Kele Moon

#gay-romance #bdsm

Did you miss me?’ “A little bit,” she said with a shrug. “You have tears running down your cheeks,” he said with a grin. “I think you missed me more than a little. ↗

— Robyn Carr

#romance #contemporary

He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotic #erotic-romance #anxiety

The moment you stop chasing happiness, you become happy. ↗

— Sandy Hyatt-James

#parallel-world #pathos #revenge #romance #suspense

Ruth wiped her eyes. Successful at a price? Forgiven but damaged? She wished so much more for her baby sister. ↗

— Sarah Sundin

#world-war-ii #historical-romance

I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can’t think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we’ll do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #romance #sky #hopelessness

I keep warning and warning, and nobody seems willing to listen. One of these days someone is going to wake up to the fact that I'm serious when I say never to attack my sister without looking over your shoulder for me. (Rhoan) ↗

— Keri Arthur

#paranormal #romance #paranormal

Tuck," I breathe, and then he kisses me. I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#paranormal

He raised his bony fingers as if to touch me and I steeled myself not to flinch as his hand, still smoldering, neared my face. He rattled and spoke his last words. "Worth...the...fall. ↗

— Gwen Hayes

#paranormal

I'm sorry," I choke out. He's quiet. Tears drip off my chin. He lets out a slow, shaky breath. "Don't cry," he says. "That's not fair." I laugh and sob at the same time. "It's okay," he whispers. His fingers brush at the tears on my cheeks. "Don't cry." Then he puts his arms around me, wings and all. I curl my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest and breathe in the smell of the river on him. Somewhere in the woods a crow caws. A blackbird answers. And then we're kissing and everything goes away but Tucker. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#paranormal