Romantic Thriller Quotes - Page 2

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.

Is that right?” she murmured.

The sun glowed behind the monotonous, gray January sky, a tease of light through the heavy hazy. Noah gazed out the window. He hated when the sun shined against the overcast sky creating a white, blinding glare while the ball of yellow remained hidden, a tantalizing possibility without a promise. Maybe it would poke through; maybe it wouldn't. That type of sun was a capricious as a woman.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Looking at that pain in her eyes, he felt a closeness with her that he had never experienced before. Like they shared something powerful and unspoken, something so deep and devastating, it bonded them together. He knew then, that if she didn't forgive him, he would never survive.He was nothing without her.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Gunfire cracked around them.t“Just warning shots,” he yelled.t“How do you know?”t“We’re not dead.

I’m quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.

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You're not horribly terrible."tHe shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?

Not today. Not sitting next to Quinn who was semi-casual in black slacks and a gray sweater pushed up to his muscular forearms. Seriously, why did forearms have to be so sexy?Why did he have to be so sexy? And why did she have the ridiculous urge to reach out and stroke his… sweater. She just wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.Right.

What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.

Flash fire."tShe turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means."tHe shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a combustion explosion. A flammable mist builds up in the air, then suddenly, bam. Think super high temperatures and a rapidly moving flame front. It kills by asphyxiation. Burns up all the available oxygen. It's devastating.

She growled.tHe gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him.t"Don't hurt yourself trying.

I feel like I'm twenty again.

Elizabeth Horton-Newton

What will your family think, me showing up on their doorstep with my suitcase in hand?""I'll carry your suitcase," he said.

Shiloh had never seen a man who was a hunter. But she saw one now. There was an intense feeling around Roan, raw and untamed, as he studied her, his nostrils flaring to catch her scent. He ruthlessly dug into her opening eyes, reading her, trying to understand where she was at within herself and what she wanted from him.t“This is your call,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

Lindsay McKenna

Let’s get one thing clear between us, Shiloh. I would never laugh at you. I might tease the dickens out of you, but I would never, ever make fun of you. That’s not who I am. I don’t believe in humiliating another person. It’s not in my DNA.

Lindsay McKenna

He brushed his lips over hers, and this time his kiss was a bit more heated than the last. She clutched onto him, deepening it until he pulled back.tHe groaned, simmering heat in his gaze. "Let's get you in the bath before I lose my head."t"Maybe after the bath you can lose it.

Have you lost your damn mind? Running like that?” He spoke in Spanish. “You’re pushing me over the edge, Antonio.” She pitched her voice so low he could barely hear. “Bringing me to this place, hanging the possibility of my father out in front of me. You are driving me to do crazy things.”“Kiss me,” he whispered into her ear.“Now you’ve lost your mind.

I hate phones," he grumbled into her neck. "Seriously, I wanna go back in time and murder Alexander Graham Bell." He sat up with a groan. "Or was it Edison who invented the phone? I can never remember."tShe had to laugh. "I'm pretty sure it was Bell.

Jena took a seat on the sofa, and Cole found himself with another dilemma. Should he sit next to her or take the other chair? Such a decision shouldn’t feel momentous, but it did. It felt as momentous as a choice between the past and the future.tIt felt like a choice between friendship and maybe more than friendship.tHe sat next to her on the sofa.

Susannah Sandlin

Is this seat taken?"tThe deep, gravelly voice jolted Noelle from her blood-thirsty thoughts. When she laid eyes on the man it belonged to her breath caught in her throat.tShe blinked, wondering if maybe she'd dreamed him, but then he flashed her a captivating grin and she realized that he must be real - her mind wasn't capable of conjuring up a smile this heart-stoppingly gorgeous.tA pair of vivid blue eyes watched her expectantly as she searched for her voice.t"There are lots of other seats available," she finally replied, gesturing to the deserted tables all around them.tHe shrugged. "I don't want to sit anywhere but here."tShe moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Why?"t"Because none of those other seats are across from you," he said simply.

Is it weird that I think it's hot when you boss me around?"tHer gaze snapped up to his, her blue eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger....t"I can take bossing you around to a whole other level if you'd like," she murmured.

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

Jennifer Walkup

I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

Jennifer Walkup

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

Jennifer Walkup

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

Jennifer Walkup

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.

Jennifer Walkup

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?

Jennifer Walkup

I can be badass and still like pedicures." - Liz Harper, Secret Need

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Nothing looked the same, and everything looked the same.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.