Erotic Histrorical Romance Quotes

What is your name, my pet?"
"Kitty," she replied.
DeVere threw back his head with a guffaw. "Kitty? How delightfully apropos!" His erstwhile companions forgotten, he patted a muscular thigh. "Come then, Kitty, my sweet, little puss. Sit on your master's lap, and I'll stroke you 'till you purr."
-A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE ~ Victoria Vane

Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives. ~ Sandi Layne

Hello, darling," Alessandro smiled at her. Oh, that smile. Bree wanted to close her eyes, press her hands against her eyes and keep them shut forever so she wouldn't see that smile. She must have had the question on her face, the knowledge on her face because as she looked at him now, something flickered in his eyes. Guilt. Oh God. "Mommy, look. I make good bouncies. See?" Will said, dribbling the ball. "I gonna be a basset ball player when I gwoed up." The little boy's voice sounded far away as Bree narrowed in on Alessandro and the look in his eyes. "Brian. I want you and Vanessa to take Will and Gianni out for a little while." "Oh but we're having a good time out here, aren't we Gianni?" Alessandro asked, tickling Gianni who squealed and curled inward. "Now," Bree said, her voice tight. Will stopped bouncing the ball and held it against his chest looking at both of them, picking up on the angry tension that suddenly covered them all. "Uh oh. I tink mommy's mad." "I'm not leaving you alone in your condition, Bree. Alessandro, we just came from the hospital. Colin's awake," Brian informed him, his voice tight with anger. "You spoke to Colin?" Alessandro asked, meeting Bree's eyes. "I did. And Carrie." He looks like a cornered animal. And what do Dardanos do when they're cornered? They lie. They cheat. Oh God. "Fine, then can you just take the boys upstairs?" Bree said, speaking to Brian, but not moving her gaze from her husband. "Come on, guys. Let's go play upstairs for a w ~ E. Jamie

As for romance, Frank had dated a few women over the years but found them to be too inconsistent and illogical, so he dated a few men and found them to be even more random and frightening. ~ Sherman Alexie

Nothing good ever comes from deals with a devil like me. ~ Kait Ballenger

Oh, what had she done?"
He'd startled her; that was the problem. It was all his fault he was lying on the ground, looking rather cherub like, his blond hair curling about his ears, his bright blue eyes closed now, his masculine lips parted slightly as he slept the sleep of the dead.

She studied his masculine lips. And thought just how much havoc she could wreak if she kissed him. Served him right for startling her so.
Without analyzing whether she should do it, and just because she could, she pressed her mouth against his and gently kissed his lips, meaning only to give a quick peck and that was it....
His lips curved up under hers and for a second, she thought he was awake, smiling at her kissing him....
Her thoughts reverted to the kiss and immediately the human faery tale Sleeping Beauty and the prince giving the princess a kiss to wake her sprang to mind. Why ever did humans make up such nonsense anyway? ~ Terry Spear

The time of illusion, then, is the beautiful moment of passion; it represents the artistic zone in which the poet or romance writer ought to be free to do the very best that he can. ~ Lafcadio Hearn

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn't go, so now you'll have to take care of me. ~ Kenya Wright

Ena," Brett said.
"Lady Ena, Ryker corrected from the doorway.
Brett smiled. He couldn't imagine her wanted to be called anything but Ena, but he would call her anything that pleased her.
The sharp look she gave her butler made Brett think calling her Lady Ena was out.
Ryker, being his usual unflappable self, just looked at her as if he was in charge and she would go by her new title or else. ~ Terry Spear

Are you telling me, or are you asking me?" Kathel said sarcastically.
"Depends on your answer," Wharick
replied.
"Yes, Gwardian. It would be my honor to be your second."
"Then I was telling you," Wharick told him. ~ Madison Thorne Grey

You're a real cowboy."
He laughed. "You're just now realizing that? ~ B. J. Daniels

I can promise that every morning when you wake up, you'll never regret being with me. ~ Lynn Hagen

You think I could meet the most amazing person and not know how I could see her again? ~ Nicole Gulla

I think people write to remember:
(Whether) to bring back a mem'ry to life,
(Or for their future selves a reminder,
Once God begins to dim their lights).

But I learnt that I write not just to recall,
Because, damn, I cite well if I let,
Profusely[-]vividly remembering all –
I think I write in hopes to forget. ~ Porcupine Strongwill

I catch movement from the corner of my eye. A tell slender boy stands near us, just a few feet away. Adrenaline bangs through my system. I shove Abel behind me and whip my knife from where I'd hidden it in my boot. Who the hell are you? ~ Georgia Clark

Jaime, dear, forgive me, but I don't think you are man enough to take care of my Cass. She's a special kind of difficult. ~ Mercy Celeste

Once you hug me, you'll never leave me as you'll be mine forever. ~ Sujish Kandampully

He knew the saying was "the way to a man's heart was through his stomach," he was kind of counting on it working the other way around. ~ Samantha Chase

No man can be stolen who doesn't consent to his own theft. ~ Clancy Nacht

Mr. Herriton, don't – please, Mr. Herriton – a dentist. His father's a dentist."
Philip gave a cry of personal disgust and pain. He shuddered all over, and edged away from his companion. A dentist! A dentist at Monteriano. A dentist in fairyland! False teeth and laughing gas and the tilting chair at a place which knew the Etruscan League, and the Pax Romana, and Alaric himself, and the Countess Matilda, and the Middle Ages, all fighting and holiness, and the Renaissance, all fighting and beauty! He thought of Lilia no longer. He was anxious for himself: he feared that Romance might die. ~ E.M. Forster

Why do you fear when you know I will always catch you?' he said. ~ Jennifer Silverwood

When do you leave?" she asked.
His fingers paused. "Labor Day weekend."
So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. "Good. That's about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway."
"Pfft. I'm already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room."
"It's your room. ~ Julie James

She shifted in his pocket, pressing her back against his chest. "It's iron."

Instead of walking into the elevator, he glanced down at her. If he kept craning his neck this way, he was going to have a hell of a nasty headache by the time he made it home. Not to mention the looks he was getting from his taff for talking to himself, he was going to end up in a psych hold if this kept up. ~ Eden Ashe

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don't want to think, I just want to feel. -Jake ~ Laci Paige

You know, sloth is a sin," he says softly.
"I prefer to think of it as an adorable animal. ~ Ella James

You are mine my precious. ~ Eyden I.

Just because you came from shit doesn't mean you're shit. You're so much better than what you've known and I bet you'll be a fucking awesome mom ~ Bijou Hunter

He laced his hands behind his neck and propped his boots on the opposite arm of the sofa. If an artist were to capture this image, it would have been labeled,Smugness: A Portrait. She wanted to shake him. ~ Tessa Dare

I moaned and arched my body closer to his mouth, pressing his head down with both my hands in the same instant. ~ Cristina Rayne

Playfully, he tapped her nose. "If men were the ones to have babies, the human population would die out within a generation. ~ Debra Holland

There is romance, the genuine glinting stuff, in typewriters, and not merely in their development from clumsy giants into agile dwarfs, but in the history of their manufacture, which is filled with raids, battles, lonely pioneers, great gambles, hope, fear, despair, triumph. If some of our novels could be written by the typewriters instead of on them, how much better they would be. ~ J.B. Priestley