#suspense

I am more of a suspense writer. A mystery writer solves mysteries. I am a 'high suspense' writer. ↗

— Iris Johansen

#high #i #i am #more #mysteries

The more you love,the more love you have to give.It's the only feeling we have which is infinite... ↗

— Christina Westover

#christina-westover #courtney-love #family-relationships #gay #jealousy

Only I was capable of saving her now, and that, as far as anyone could argue, may have made me worse than all the devils and the demons, but it also, more accurately, made me better than all the angels and gods. ↗

— Jared S. Anderson

#erotica #horror #jared-anderson #suspense #thriller

I think suspense is a big thing. ↗

— Gina Philips

#big thing #i #i think #suspense #thing

I want to keep living in this beautiful dream-world of ours. ↗

— David Dennis

#love-story #suspense #beauty

I think of it like a caterpillar--a wrinkly, ugly worm with traces of dull colors on it. But when the worm metamorphoses, it becomes something truly beautiful.” Charli ↗

— Sara Walter Ellwood

#family-drama #romantic-suspense #western #beauty

Then Cynthia looked at him and smiled, and he knew he couldn’t possibly resist her, no matter what she had done. It felt as though the two of them had just stripped naked and dived off a high cliff over a beautiful river. The water below looked cool and inviting. But what if it was only six inches deep? ↗

— Robert Burton Robinson

#romantic-suspense #beauty

Ah, and then her beautiful face…actually, the level and angle that she was holding the umbrella, the whole time as she passed within Suresh’s view, only allowed him to see the bottom of her chin at most. Still, with a body as beautiful as hers, Suresh was quite certain that her face would be nothing less than positively stunning! ↗

— Andrew James Pritchard

#desires #romance #romantic-suspense #beauty

Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, murky tremblings that slunk out of corners on drizzly autumn afternoons. They lurked offstage, silent or sighing or reaching out to run a finger across her arm. They were the curtains fluttering in the window on a breezeless morning, the musty scent that arose when opening an abandoned cellar door. LET THE SHADOWS FALL BEHIND YOU (Kunati Books) ↗

— Kathy-Diane Leveille

#suspense #women-s-fiction #change

Some women like to treat a man like a piece of bubble gum. The poor sap thinks everything’s fine. And it is—until the taste runs out. Then she’ll just spit him out the car window of her life and never look back. ↗

— Robert Burton Robinson

#love #romance #romantic-suspense #dating