“I read romance because it's fun to fall in love. And with romance books, I get to do it over and over. I get to be different types of lovers, I get to feel the heartbreak of love and the successes. Love is the most powerful and real emotion we feel, and I think it's sort of magical that we can experience some of the greatest loves of all time through books.”
A Love Letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner
“The point at which I’m thanking the angels and the gods and the birds and the bees and sweet baby Jesus that she’s wearing this dress. If there’s one thing that can ease my guilt and allow me to focus solely on her for the time being, it’s this dress.
“Holy shit, Sky,” I say, kissing her madly. “God, you feel incredible. Thank you for wearing this dress. I really . . .” I kiss down her chin until my lips meet her neck. “I really like it. Your dress.” I continue kissing her neck and she tilts her head back, allowing me easier access. I drop my hand to her thigh and run it up under her dress. When I reach the top of her thigh I desperately want to keep going.”
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover
“Beatrice. ” He clasped her wrist, pulling her toward him. He shifted slightly on the bed to accommodate her, enveloping her in his arms as she rested her head on his naked chest. “I thought you’d forgotten me. ”
“Never,” she choked out as the tears began to flow uncontrollably. “I thought of you every day. ”
#actual edgy and cool people vs me trying to be edgy and cool
JENNIFER’S BODY (2009) THE COUPLES QUIZ (2021)
“Turning around to look at him, I put a hand on his cheek. “Are you happy, Alex?”
“I’m an artist. My job is not to be happy. My job is to feel, to suffer, and to conjure the same feelings in others.”
Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen
His kiss turned frantic, his hands reckless. I tried to grab his belt again, and this time, he let me. I made quick work of removing it and opening the buttons on his shirt. When I reached the collar, he raised his chin. I removed the plastic piece and stripped him down to his boxer briefs.
His erection tented the fabric, pointing directly at the juncture of my legs.
“The realm of no return.” I gripped the waistband and met his eyes.
“If the church catches fire and the walls start bleeding…” His timbre roughened. “I’m still not stopping. Nothing is going to prevent me from being with you in the way I’ve only ever been in my dreams.”
Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin
“She knew I’d never been hugged as a wee boy and that I wrote about love in the same way people write about sci-fi: solely from my overworked imagination.”
Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen
“She was a siren, an angel of mercy, and a horny woman all rolled into one. A fucking dream.”
It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey
“My stupid, shriveled little heart felt like it was reaching for everything he was… and that I was not.”
When You Came Back To Me by Emma Scott
Awww LOgan & VEronica. Miss them so much 😕
“What are you doing sneaking into my backyard in the middle of the night, stealing my roses?”
Oh, fuck.
I’d completely forgotten about the flowers. Now, I feel them plastered to my rapidly breathing chest, my fingers wrapped around the stems in a death-grip.
I tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand and explain, “I only took the dying ones. Not the good ones.”
Mr. Edwards throws them a distracted glance like he couldn’t care less about the flowers. “Yeah? Why not the good ones?”
At his question, I lower my eyes to them. I finger the yellowed edges lightly. Some of the petals are so loosened and dry that a puff of air could make them fall apart.
Poor babies.
“Because no one else wants the bad ones,” I say.
“And you do.”
I look up. “Yes. I always want the bad ones.”
Bad things. Bad roses. Bad crushes.
His frown gets even deeper. I almost wonder if he’s doing himself a permanent injury by frowning this much. “Why’s that?”
“Because everyone wants something pretty. Something that’s fresh and beautiful. Something that’s perfect. But then, what about the things that are imperfect? Things that might not be as pretty or as conventional. Things that might be weird, outdated or outcast? They’re not in much demand, are they? They’re not wanted. But I do. I want them. So they don’t feel rejected.”
Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent
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