Romantic Suspense Quotes - Page 7

Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.”t“Paul needs a woman,” Ceelie said.

Susannah Sandlin

She never asked for too much. She just wanted to be ordinary.

Audubon considered it a bad day if he didn’t shoot a hundred birds. “It’s amazing that his name has become synonymous with conservation.

Where are you staying?Our house. He shifted closer and I stopped breathing.Not good. I really needed to breathe and leaned back further in my chair to put space between me and his stubble darkened chin, his oh-so-kissable mouth, his windblown hair, his...his...everything.For the zillionth time, I wondered what the statute of limitations was on stupid decisions. Marrying him had to top the list.

Sue Barr

You survived,” Death said, appearing again as Cat. “They were vicious. If they’d –”“– Don’t go there.”“You’ve always known really bad people are following you,” Death said, softening what she was going to say. “But did you know I’ve been following you too?”“Why?” Word asked, not getting it.“Simple,” Cat said. “If I keep you alive many others won’t die.

I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks."t"Is that what I like to be big?"t"You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her.t"You never know. I might just surprise you.

She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Love makes people do crazy things. And not feeling loved can bring people to the edge of madness.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.

You work with B-Squad."tHe nodded. "On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer."t"Why's that?" From the number of B-Squad clients she'd had to turn away in the past month, Tamara knew the team could use another member.t"I've been told I don't play well with others.

Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

Trust me, darlin', I've got skills for every room in the house.

So tell me, Tamara darlin', what other needs can I help you take care of?

Just dinner?"tIf there was a God in heaven, no was the answer to that.t"Whatever else is up to you and that little voice inside you telling you to jump my bones like a trampoline, darlin'."tThis time she did roll her eyes. "How charming."t"Trust me, my charm isn't what the ladies love most about me.

Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.

I'm trying to picture you growing up with sisters."t"I can do a double French braid in less than three minutes and I've bought more tampons than a thirty-one-year-old man should ever admit to.

I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way.

She rose to her feet, lining her body up with his and closing the gap between them. "What if I need help in a different way?"t"Darlin', I'm a full-service kind of helper." His hand dropped to her left hips, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her clit. "You tell me what ache is building and I'll relieve it." His other hand fell to her right hip and he pulled her close. "Tell me where it itches and I'll scratch it." His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her, letting lose a wave of desire that threatened to overwhelm her. "Show me where it hurts and I'll kiss it better." t"You make a lot of promises," she managed to get out...t"And I'll deliver on every single one." He dipped his head lower, letting his lips brush across hers. "You can count on it.

Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.

She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be.

He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore," she murmured...

He'd known her for five months, but felt like a lifetime for how attracted he was to her.

He didn't have many friends, but he valued his friendship with Angel. She was kind and giving and one of the few women who didn't look at him like he was an un-caged tiger

Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go.

She felt like something had shifted between them but wasn't sure what.

She wanted her life back and that was mainly because of Vadim. She was a man she didn't want to leave. Even if her first instinct had been to flee, the time for running was over. She wouldn't live in fear forever.

I thought Beauty and the Beast were two people, not one.

Character determines fate.

The ocean was a molten gold. A drum roll sent the crowd into a frenzied cheering which reached a fevered pitch when the ocean swallowed the sun in a kinetic bolt of color representing the entire spectrum of light. Matt studied Shelly as she watched awed. The child-like delight on her face was captivating.

Hey Shelly, you’re looking at me like I’m from another planet. What’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong. Bubbles sold me alien abduction insurance. I haven’t got a care in the world.

I want to know why you love me.Because I don't make sense without you. You're part of me.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies~Aristotle

Connie Lafortune

She made him want to lose control, something he never did. She also made him want things he'd never imagined for his own life, like a family and someone to come home to every night.

Despite his soft speech, he stared at her as he’d like to eat her whole. Damn her traitorous body if that thought wasn’t such a bad one…. This could not be happening. She was on the run from a maniac and her hormones were going haywire. Clearly, she had issues.

Caleb shifted uncomfortably as he closed the door behind him. For a moment, he’d thought she’d been naked under the sheet. But, it had been a nude-colored type of top. Didn’t seem to matter, the sight had kicked his fantasies into overdrive. She tried to hide herself, but the nightlight next to her bed cast a soft amber glow around her shining right through the thin sheet, illuminating her small pert breasts perfectly even through the top…. He couldn’t live under the same roof as her and not go insane. He would make an announcement tomorrow. She was off-limits.

When she entered the dining room, she tried to ignore Caleb’s gaze on her. He wasn’t outwardly leering, but she could feel the intensity coming from his direction as if he was sending heat-seeking missiles her way. She knew he wanted her. She might not have much experience with men, but she knew when one was interested and Caleb Ryder was.

He needed to taste her like he needed his next breath.

The woman brought out his protective instincts to the point he couldn’t think straight sometimes. He’d never felt like that about anyone and it was jarring. Sometimes he wondered if he got a taste of her if it would slake the need he always seemed to have for her.

From the moment they’d met, their friendship had been leading to more…

Do you know how often I've fantasized about the color of your nipples?" he growled against her neck before feathering soft kisses up to her jaw.

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

Mick was always the right kind of dirty. Windblown, fresh off his bike, wrapped in tattoo and leather. Muscles all the hell over the place. The man was a serious piece of eye candy. Thinking about him losing the leather warmed the chill that had gripped her since the attack.

Leather and tattoos, they were his cover, and she wondered what she’d find when she unwrapped him.

She’d pay good money for an up-close-and-personal tour of the tattoos that made him look like a badass biker.

She would not have another man push her aside like some appetizer, there to wet his whistle only to be left once the main dish arrived.No more. She pushed her thumb into his throat a little harder.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

My gut is telling me you're innocent." His gaze went to the gun and then back to her face. "Relatively innocent.

Elizabeth Heiter

She saw a lone figure running across the dark parking lot toward her, a weapon in his hands. ...*Not again.* And this time she was all alone. No Cole Walker, heroic police detective and star in too many of her fantasies, to save her.

Elizabeth Heiter

After all these years, he couldn't believe he'd recognized her so instantly. He prayed that she wouldn't recognize him, but as her eyes widened, he knew she had."Marcos?" she breathed.And his worst nightmare came true. His cover was blown.

Elizabeth Heiter

Meeting Harrison hadn’t been part of her plan, but once she’d met him, walking away from him had never been an option. Now she wondered if he’d be the one to walk away from her when he knew the truth about her past. He’d been so brutally honest with her about his own life and his career with the CIA before he’d started working for Red Stone Security. But she’d kept her secrets.

Wait, what? Mara roughed up some guys?” For a moment Harrison wondered if this had something to do with a woman at her shelter. Maybe she’d been at that pawn shop to try and talk to an ex or something. But that didn’t make sense. Mara would have told him about that. “That’s a mild way of putting it. She also took a bunch of pistols.

The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before. A nightmare that will have you begging me not to wake you up.”--Lucca

As he started making a pot of coffee he glanced out his kitchen window and into his neighbor’s window and froze. He had the perfect view of his new neighbor. She was beautiful. Scratch that. The word didn’t even come close to describing her.She didn’t seem very tall, though it was hard to measure. Her dark wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders, reaching just below her breasts. Very full breasts. Definitely enough to fill his palms. And the tight tank top she was wearing left very little to the imagination. It was obvious she’d just woken up as she rubbed a hand over her face and reached for the coffee pot. Look away, he ordered himself. But he was rooted to the spot.

I want to run, to flee, to wake from this never-ending nightmare. But my body is frozen, my heart numb. Jagged pieces of the puzzle scatter across the corners of my mind, and fitting them together is futile. Threads of truth are still missing, exposing the gaps between what’s real and what’s fabricated.

Kristen Luciani

I’ve been waiting half an hour for you to wake up.” His voice was uneven and raspy. “Is that right?” she murmured.

As she reached the stairs, she made a quick detour and stepped outside.tA crescent moon hung in the midnight blue sky along with trillions of twinkling stars. Out here there were no streetlights to wash out the view. She loved being able to see the stars.tTonight, the mountains were etched deep purple against the night sky. The white snowcapped tips gleamed silver. Nearer, silhouetted pine trees swayed in the breeze as if in a slow dance.t“You are such a romantic,” Trask had once told her. “Are you sure you want to open a bar? You should be writing poetry.”tShe’d laughed. “How do you know I don’t?

Grant pressed his back against the outside wall of the turquoise and white two-story home he and a team of Miami PD officers were about to storm. On the surface the place fit in perfectly into the upper middle class neighborhood. On the inside, however, it was a fully functioning cocaine lab.

He didn’t know if he was amused or unsettled by her ability to unbalance him the way she had. Correction. He didn’t know if he was amused, unsettled or pleased by her ability.

Ya got to watch them bears, Lillie Girl,” her father said, looking worried, “ ‘specially the renegade ones. They’ll turn you every way but loose.

Is that right?” she murmured.

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