“I Run My Thumb Over Her Cheek For No Reason At All Other Than The Simple Fact That I Wanted To Touch

Every time when I start a new book series I told myself “Honey. Darling. Sweetie. You don’t need this. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Me: “Nah. It’s okay. I can handle.”

Also me after five fucking incredible books of mentioned series: end up cuddling in the corner of my room with red eyes from crying and lack of sleep surrounded with used tissues in a total book hangover and emotionally unstable.

... mentally planning to start it all over again.

“I’m —”

I lean in then and smell the triangle of his throat, cutting him off.

It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do ever since I saw that patch of skin in his office a few days ago.

And now that he’s here, I couldn’t stop myself from giving in and I was right.

I was so fucking right.

His scent is thicker here.

Thicker and headier and I have to open my mouth to take it in.

Leather and cigar smoke.

With a hint of cherries.

That’s new though and I wonder if I can lick it too. I wonder if I could take a bite out of it, his throat. Just to see if it tastes the same as it smells.”

Hey, Mister Marshall by Saffron A. Kent

“He can do whatever he wants with me. He can stab me with a knife and I’ll be lying on the ground, dying, drawing little hearts in blood.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

SLEEPY HOLLOW, dir. Tim Burton (1999)

GABRIEL’S INFERNO (2020)

I staggered backward, feeling like I’d just been punched in the gut. A combination of anger, jealousy, and sadness boiled in my blood.

“A toast!” I yelled, climbing onto a chair. On my way to the top, I stole someone’s beer and held it out in front of me. “To douche bags!” … “And to girls that break your heart.” …“And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”

Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire

“Happiness is a forgotten emotion. It’s safer to feel nothing, to ignore that I’m a fuck-up. To disregard the fact that I’m beyond help.

Accept I am alone.

Give up on hoping—hoping I can ever be normal again.

Because without hope, there can be no disappointment.”

The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas

“We both look down at our hands as I slowly pry my fingers away from hers and release my grip. “You sure do know how to make a guy feel like shit, Bridgette.” ...I cover my mouth with my hand, squeezing the stress out of my jaw.

We make it three blocks.

Three blocks is all it takes for her to do the most considerate thing she’s ever done for me since the moment I met her.

She reaches to the steering wheel and takes my hand. She pulls it to her lap and slides her fingers between mine. She doesn’t stop there, though. Her right hand slides over the top of my hand and she strokes it. She strokes my fingers and the top of my hand and my wrist and back down to my fingers. She stares out her window the whole time, but I can feel her. I can feel her speaking to me and holding me and making love to me, all in the motion of her hands.

And I smile the entire way to my sister’s house.”

Maybe Not by Colleen Hoover

Jeez! THIS BOOK makes me cry nonstop.

I think that Violet is one of my favorite female characters now.

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent