Fbi Romance Quotes

Her heart is no longer hers, it belongs to him, in all its brokenness and vulnerability. She prays that he protects it and doesn't finish the job, completely destroying it. ~ Karen-Anne Stewart

When you walked into my life, I knew at that moment who I am, everything inside of me was no longer mine. One touch from your hand is all it took, from that second on, I knew that I will always belong to you. ~ Karen-Anne Stewart

I have a slight oral fixation. ~ Julie James

He growled low in his throat. "I don't think I can do this the nice way, Jessica. ~ Julie James

To hell with the way the modern world thinks, she won't even try to pretend that he doesn't own her. Every touch, every move, proves his ownership, her love for him alone enslaves her in the most benevolent way. She knows that he is just as much hers as she is his, and the purest satisfaction simmers through her at that absolute truth. ~ Karen-Anne Stewart

- I hate to break this to you, Cameron, but you are only human.
- Shh ... I've been trying to keep that under wraps for years. ~ Julie James

He did that slow perusal thing with his eyes that guys did when they wanted a girl to know they liked what they saw. A slow smile curved his lips. "Yep."

She recognized that look. She may have been out of the dating game for far too long, but she still understood the process. What she didn't know was how to respond. ~ Tami Lund

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

John turned to her, with streaks of dried blood along his face. "Thank goodness we got the easy job. ~ Julie James

Her eyes widened. "Ooh… was it hate sex? I've always wanted to have hate sex. ~ Julie James

Unconditional conditions are sometimes conditioned to conditionally exist. ~ Awatef A

This, right here, beats for you. Do you feel it Amabel? It needs you and only you." He said, still looking into my eyes as a tear fell down my cheek. ~ Y.I. Leonard

Leo backed me against the door frame, his demeanor turning all 'take-no-prisoners' as he pinned me in place with his hips. His hands traced up and down the curve of my body until they wound their way through the loose strands of my hair. He was in control, I was totally at his mercy, and I. Didn't. Even. Care. ~ Sarah Darlington

He stood up, those long legs of his stretching out his jeans nicely.

Not that she was staring at his jeans. Much. ~ Carrie Ann Ryan

Mew - mew. Mew." I jump back from her finger swipes. "I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking means, Georgia. ~ Pella Grace

I want you. I want both of you. That never changed, even if everything else did. ~ Katee Robert

When I take you in my arms, I wonder how on earth I ever survived without know what that felt like before I met you. ~ Jennifer Shirk

Please don't say you're sorry, False platitudes of sorrow, of pity, of goddamned praise of being a hero, sicken me. ~ Dominique Eastwick

You don't know how to cuddle," she said.
"No," Tom had admitted. "I'm not sure what it's for. ~ Lisa Kleypas

He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn't want even the intangible to escape. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

God bless your soul, you're a horrible liar." Logan smiled as he leaned back on the door. "Answer me this Rachel?" he said placing his hands on his waist. "Why do you keep staring at me? ~ Anais Torres

Can you blame me, my dear, for looking on this attachment as a romantic folly inspired by that cursed Shakespeare who will poke his nose where he is not wanted? ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

was starting to raise my hand in a thumbs-down gesture, so he said, "Okay, okay! If we don't drink blood, we look really pale. Regardless of our ethnicity or geographic location or exposure to the sun. And we feel cold to the touch." He paused and looked down at me in exasperation. "I am seriously trying here. Every instinct I have is telling me to use polysyllabic words to impress you. ~ Temple West

I may not know what is about him that makes me act this way. The only thing that I am sure of is that I like it.
I love the way he makes me feel with just a simple touch. Also, how safe I feel when I lay my head on his chest. Never in my life have I ever felt so protected.
So wanted, so desired, yet so perfect all at the same time.
As I climbed into his two door black mustang I felt my knees get weak as he held the door open for me ~ Pamela Moore Scott

I hear the beating of the waves you carry in your chest
That simple and that profound
This love that binds us
Folded in pieces inside love's soul. ~ Rachel Thompson

Real vampires don't get pain, we give it." Florence da Vinci, Real Vampires Live Large ~ Gerry Bartlett

We're not resuscitating a snowman, are we?"
"Real funny, Doc." She gave him a playful sideways glance.
"Good, because I'm pretty sure defibrillators and melted snow are not a good mix. ~ Nancy Naigle

At first, I thought it was only your body I wanted. But something about you has made me greedy as hell. I want everything. Your love. Your mind. Your secrets. Your soul. ~ Kerrelyn Sparks

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong,
For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along.
And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows,
Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes. ~ Joyce Kilmer

I heart my job. I get to make things up for a living. ~ Michelle M. Pillow

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light. ~ Donna Grant

Life is the muse which perfectly rhymes,
Plays with the words and fills empty lines.

For some, life is battle for others, it's dance
For rich it is a party for the poor it is chance.

For lovers, it's dizziness, it's a dream, it's romance
For Artist it's drop of the rain on his hands.

For a writer, it's a story for an actor it's stage
For painter it's a canvas for thief, it's the cage.

For you it might be the money you blew
For someone the entire life could be you! ~ Nino Varsimashvili

No asshole would stop Harley Wright's epic quest for pussy. He would fight every bum in Manhattan for a fine piece of ass like Sorcha! ~ Alan Kinross

You drive me crazy," he growled.
She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. "It's a good look for you. ~ Lisa Kessler

Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more. ~ P.J. Parker

It was as if the blinders to his vision had been lifted and he wanted to make up for every moment the two of them had missed. ~ Kele Moon

Romance always involved a bit of deceit. ~ Paul Russell

I look at you," he murmured, "and I remember every position, every way I made you come, how you felt against my mouth. Honey, I know it all by heart. I don't want to try some new kinky position. I want to revisit where we've been. ~ Sara Jane Stone

A timeless classical love story
our romance shall be…
I'll paint it
on vintage canvas
cause your love transcends the realms
defeats any measure of time
and lasts forever.

(fragment from "Utopia", chapter Hope) ~ Claudia Pavel

History and legend and art and romance meet and mingle to create that indefinable sorcery of Venice. It is like nothing on earth except a poet's dream ... ~ Lilian Whiting

As the sun rules the day and the moon governs the night, so too, we are connected by: the air that we breathe, light that we see and the darkness that follows. Life is too short to waste it on disagreements. Surely, we can all agree to disagree. So let us find a common ground, form a union and spread joy, happiness and freedom around the world for the benefit of you, me and the future generations to come. ~ Raymond Beresford Hamilton

It's easy to roam if you have an anchor. - Clive Hollowel ~ Rachel Gibson

I'm here for your pants and shoes. ~ Robin Bielman

Life isn't a romance novel. The truth is, the reason romance novels sell so well
the reason why everyone loves them
is because no one's life is actually like that. Everyone WANTS their life to be like that. ~ Meg Cabot

Trav smiled his sweetest, most charming smile. "Of course I'll play your husband on TV."
Daisy blew out a breath of relief. "Great! Thank you. I knew you'd understand."
She reached for the ignition to shut off the car. He placed his hand on hers. They weren't done quite yet.
"As long as you play my wife in real life. ~ Kylie Gilmore

What it like to sail?" she asked.
His gaze shifted, and he stared into the distance. "It's freedom. Like riding a powerful horse with a gait like silk. You speed over the waves, carried on the wind, held up over an unknowable depth of water beneath you, with the entire sky above. And that sky is a different color depending on where on earth you are. There are a thousand shades of blue. You can look up and know where you are, just by the color. And the stars at night - there's indescribable beauty in the stars, like a woman's eyes, flashing, shining... And yet, they are tools, enabling navigation, a map to follow..."
She stared at his profile as he spoke, at the scars that marred his brow and cheeks, the crooked line of his broken nose, the elegant, aristocratic line of his jaw, half-hidden under the shadow of stubble, and the soft, sensual curve of his mouth. She saw the sea in his eyes, smelled the wind, tasted the salt, and she felt her chest tighten with a longing to sail, to experience speed and adventure. Breathless, she felt the presence of the man in the portrait, the rogue, the bold captain. Her heart twisted as she imagined him in prison, beaten, chained, tormented to madness. He was still a prisoner, trapped inside the cage of his injured flesh, his damaged bones, his memories of unspeakable horrors.
What would it take to set him free? ~ Lecia Cornwall

He groaned, "Goddamn, you're so hot."
"I know," she whimpered as she moved restlessly under his weight. "I'm burning up."
At that, he had to lift his head and grin down at her. "No, baby," he said gently, rocking his hips to begin moving in her. "That wasn't what I meant. I meant, you're so hot."
Her eyebrows quirked, and dimples appeared in her cheeks as she suppressed a grin. "Yeah, I knew that. ~ Thea Harrison

No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

I smile, she blushes.
I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.
I breathe, because it's easy around her. ~ J.R. Richardson

Listen to me you piece of shit, if you ever give the press information about me, my parents or even breathe a word about me to anyone ever again, I swear to god I will make it my mission to make your life a living hell. And, believe me I'll do it with a smile on my face the whole time. You're a worthless excuse for a Detective and everyone here knows it. You've screwed your way to the top and backstabbed Gena to get into your Captain's good books. Well look around you honey, you're a real star. No one stopped Gena or me taking you on. I've currently got you in a hold, where I could snap your neck if I wanted to, and not one person is stepping forward to help you. Yeah, you've really made it. - Stephanie Carovella to Sandra Barton ~ Nina D'Angelo

We'll ride along the river. It's a mighty pretty sight..." Puffy white clouds floated across the azure blue sky. Pine-covered mountains crowned with snowcaps folded down into foothills that ringed the valley. Beneath the clouds the play of sun and shadow cast hazy blue-green patches on the mountainsides. A distant large-winged bird rode on air currents before diving into a clump of trees. ~ Debra Holland

Rachel slid inside her silver Kia and slammed the car door, grateful that the museum's security guard was now watching from a distance. If he hadn't been, she might have acted on a homicidal impulse and run Chase over, the manipulative jerk. In fact, it made her feel better just to imagine it. ~ Kaylin McFarren

When she moved away from him now it didn't stink of retreat. Instead it felt as though she had seized the high ground as she sat gracefully on the ledge of the window. She crossed her long legs and her short dress hiked up another inch. The night sky - vast and open without any tall buildings blocking its reach - seemed to both swallow her and retreat from the immensity of her presence. ~ Armada West

A great ruler, a great court, a great kingdom, these texts suggest never exist unto themselves, as stable, fully actualized entities, and, therefore, are never experienced in their plenitude in the present. Instead, they are always remembered as something that occured in the past or anticipated as something will reoccur in the future. Insofar as they are experienced in the current time, it is only for a brief and evanescent moment, overshadowed by the knowledge that it will soon vanish.
For a realist, the fact that the excellence of a person, a place, or a time is not appreciated in its own time proves that it was never actually as excellent as it seemed.
For a Romantic, however, there exist a people, places, and times whose excellence can only be appreciated Arthur always has to be - to quote the Alliterative Morte Arthure (ca.1400) - "the once and future king ~ Karen Sullivan

If you're chained to a computer all day, you're not using up much energy, even if you drag yourself to the gym a couple of days a week. And to make matters worse for me, I've had a secondary career right along with my romance writing - cookbook author, under my real name, Ruth Glick. ~ Ruth Glick