Historical Christmas Romance Quotes

He smelled the scent of roses and it nearly maddened him.
Or perhaps he was already mad.
"Run now," he whispered.
She stared at him, refusing to move.
"Very well," he snarled, and took her into his arms. ~ Elizabeth Hoyt

You smell like you showered in gingerbread," he said, his breath warming her ear.
"Bite me," she croaked.
His low laugh ruffled her hair. "I might just do that. I really, really like gingerbread."
At that moment, so did Madison. ~ Debbie Mason

Is that mistletoe?"
Jim nodded.
"Cool. We don't have that in Australia."
"So you've never kissed beneath the mistletoe."
She shook her head.
"When in Canada..." His eyes searched hers.
"When in Canada," she repeated softly.
Jim pulled her close, parted his lips slightly, gazed into her eyes and she forgot to breathe. Everything around them fell away. She forgot the people behind her, forgot the crowd in the church, forgot Scumbag Steve. Forgot that it was Christmas and she was in a foreign country about to kiss a stranger. None of it mattered. She gazed into Jim's eyes, losing herself in the soft gray depths.
"May this kiss be the beginning of your Christmas dreams come true," he whispered as he gently pressed his lips into hers. ~ Nicki Edwards

What if I cease to exist altogether? ~ Dani Harper

Tell me if you want to stop." His voice was surprisingly unsteady as he stood back.
Her heart was pounding. She was glad to know she wasn't the only one so affected. "No way." Moonlight and streetlights streamed in from her two windows to give them more than enough illumination. "Now strip. ~ Katie Reus

Sorry." I sniffed again, wiping the corner of my eye.
"Why are you apologizing for crying?"
"Because it's weak."
He scoffed. "Showing emotion is a sign of strength, Harper. Too many people hide how they feel."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because they're scared of the consequences of showing how they feel," he whispered, looking away. ~ Shaye Evans

I knew it," she snapped. "You're no different from all men. You're just another jerk pretending to be single! I didn't wanna wrap a lie into a Christmas present anyway. ~ Maha Erwin

Ah, Cash?"
"Mmm?" he hummed.
"The mesh top is a little small."
"So? It's supposed to be."
"No, I mean small, small - I can't get it back over my head kind of small," I said quickly. "I feel like I'm going to pass out."
"Hang on. ~ Shaye Evans

I'm named after my father, Rudolph," he said, then shot her a stern look. "But if you connect that with my red nose -- ~ Roxanne Snopek

I'm 30, it's Christmas, and I'm a writer without a job. I sit here
engulfed in a furious fit of frustration. My future unknown. My
nuts so small you could fit them in a gnat's navel and have room
left over for my brain. ~ Josh Mitchell

So she's wipin spunk offay her face, gaun aw fuckin panicky, `Whae wis that, wis that ma dad?`

`Fuckin durty pervert sneakin up oan cunts like that,` ah goes.

So she goes aw that fuckin ice-cauld, frigid, huffey wey, but fuck her, ye need a wee bit ay fuckin romance at Christmas. ~ Irvine Welsh

She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie. ~ Thomm Quackenbush

Do you mind if I call you?" Adam asked.
"You can if you want to," Patrice replied as she unlocked her dorm room door.
"Can I get your number?"
"You already have it."
"I do?"
"Check your right pocket in your jacket. ~ Daria White

Nate wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Let's get you back and I'll build you a fire."
She liked the way he said it. He'd build HER a fire. ~ Cindi Madsen

I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm." Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. "Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It's hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there's never been a time when I didn't love you. ~ Maggie Osborne

Where did your clothes go? ~ Lynsay Sands

She didn't need a man. She wanted one. ~ Robin Bielman

I'm so glad I put a hot, naked guy on my Christmas wish list. I just didn't think Santa would actually deliver one. ~ Patricia W. Fischer

She ran her hand over his cock and said, "This is the only thing I ever want to come between us."
His grin couldn't have stretched any further. ~ Terry Spear

For me, there isn't some miracle cure, this is my life, or my disease will progress and my life will change focus again, and I'll have another new life.
I need C to stay right where he is now because for now, I don't know enough to move from where I am.
My hypothesis is that the light will come back, both outside and inside me.
I'm afraid and angry, but the light is a theory I want to prove.
Until then, I just have to keep the experiment going with as many controls as possible.
One bus, back and forth.
One store.
One man, his words under glass. ~ Mary Ann Rivers

He stood there tall and dashing, peering down at her with a set of mesmerizing sapphire eyes. It wasn't the eyes that had her sex-drive squealing into overdrive; it was that ... hair. Now, Tarrah had never really been into redheads before, but damn, she sure as hell would be willing to convert. ~ Victoria H. Smith

Twenty years ago, two of the CIA's best double-agents had been murdered in their own home on Christmas Eve. The husband had been killed first, and the wife had been raped repeatedly before she'd been beaten to death. The two children were never found. ~ Katie Reus

I look at my snow boots, counting the grommets while I try to name what I'm feeling. This has been a problem lately. It's never been a problem before - I've been happy, and sad, and frustrated.
I've felt angry and sentimental.
I've loved. I've been loved back.
Maintaining long moments of wordless eye contact with the man who is supposed to make me feel okay about going blind, noticing all the exact shades of blue and how I can always tell he's going to smile before he does, pretending I'm not responding to some tension between us?
I'm a little exhausted. ~ Mary Ann Rivers

Sweetheart, wherever you are, that's where I'll be. Forever. ~ Samantha Chase

Harper?" Cash murmured after a long moment.
"Hmm?" I turned my head.
"Do you believe in Santa?"
I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. "Yeah, I do."
He adjusted his head to look at me. "Even though he's something our parents say isn't real?"
I nodded. "Yeah, definitely. There's usually some kind of truth behind stories."
He looked up to the tree then to me. "Think we can see him tonight?"
I laughed and sat up. "Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn't hurt to try. ~ Shaye Evans

Some ghosts just want a little attention. Some have unfinished business that they need to work through, emotions they have to process. A few..." She looked pointedly at Galen. "A few don't understand they're dead. You can see why I'd jump to conclusions about you. ~ Dani Harper

Please go home with me and stay forever. I will hide you in my closet and take you out at night, and I promise to be gentle," he said between kisses. ~ Carolyn Brown

Make a Christmas Wish… But Only if You Know What Your Heart Really Wants. ~ Nancy Naigle

Stay with me for Christmas. ~ Nicki Edwards

She wanted him to leave town with a smile on his face. She wanted to be memorable. ~ Mary J. Williams

He guessed the NKVD didn't even know that Waffen-SS men could be identified by the blood-group tattoos on the underside of their left arms, usually near the armpit. Richter didn't have one. He'd been classed as a non-combatant, as he'd said, at least for a portion of the war. He decided it could be weeks before they found out who he was.
But Volsky's confidence appeared to have been restored too, now. He said, 'And the vat of incense?'
'I had the incense brought from the remnants of a Christmas smoker factory. Silly little hollow figurines invented by toymakers in the Ore Mountains. Cone incense burns down inside the figurines and the smoke emerges from the open mouths. There was a glut of them,' Richter said, truthfully. 'Berliners were shocked and saddened after Stalingrad. But they lost the will to celebrate after the Battle of Kursk. They knew the Red Army was coming. The puerile little incense smokers were redundant, together with the incense they were to hold. Except it didn't go to waste. The vat was taken from a merchant's house. It's from Hong Kong, I think.'
Volsky leaned back in his chair. He said, 'Why go to all the trouble?'
That's a good question, Richter thought.
He stifled a smile. 'To mask the smell. ~ Gary Haynes

It had been a long time since he'd had a woman wrap her arms around his waist and hang on like her life depended on it. It felt nice. Very nice.
---
After two months on her own, the touch of a man felt nice. Very nice. ~ Nicki Edwards

I kissed her."
His words were met with silence and then, "How was it?"
"On a scale of one to ten, it was about a hundred. ~ Debbie Macomber

I want to spend every single Christmas with you and I want you to be mine for always. ~ Autumn Ruby

She pulled her arm free from his grasp and stood back, her arms crossed. "So, what then? You're holding me hostage? Are you even really a sheriff?"
"I am," he said, highly amused at her attempt at bravado. "You wanna see my badge? ~ Roxanne Snopek

So you say there is no Father Christmas, You say there is no Santa Claus Reindeer cannot fly, it's all a grown-up lie... ~ M.C. Frank

When we wake, it's officially Christmas Eve."
"Good. Because I have something special to give you."
She turned over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. "Thought you just did."
He chuckled, a deep and throaty sound. "Something else. ~ Lisa Carlisle

He burst out laughing. "You look like a warm shade of Frosty the Snowman! It's all over your cheeks and nose."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah?" I swiped my finger along the inside of the icing bowl and tapped his nose. "Well you look like Rudolph. ~ Shaye Evans

Rory's big labradoodle made a snap judgement that Frankie was everything her life had been missing up until now. She flung herself into the girl's arms, wiggling and whining, a shaggy mass of chocolate-colored enthusiasm.
"Mistral likes you, I see." While he, the one who filled the dog's food dish, had gotten nothing but suspicious glances since he arrived two days earlier.
"of course you like me" she said, baby-talking into the dog's fur, "I'm extremely likeable."
If the dog's expression was any indication, Frankie was about to get nominated for sainthood....
She glanced at him. "Maybe she'd like you more if you weren't so... testosterone-y."
"But then you might like me less ~ Roxanne Snopek

Operation White Christmas was all about Hollie having the holiday of a lifetime - the holiday she'd dreamed of for years. ~ Nicki Edwards

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

Barbara preferred to decorate the tree early instead of waiting for Christmas Eve, saying she wanted to have some time to enjoy the tree prior to the actual holiday. So three days before Christmas, she set Abe and the children to stringing popcorn, while she carefully unwrapped the glass ornaments from Germany that Robert brought down from the attic. ~ Debra Holland

One kiss came close to sending the movie theater up in blazes. Sex would burn down the state. ~ Carolyn Brown

Tell me he's got a cute ass in Wranglers," Gloria pleaded. "I've got a weakness for cowboys."
Abby grinned. "It's not cute. His ass is magnificent. ~ Donna Grant

The supernatural birth of Christ, his miracles, his resurrection and ascension, remain eternal truths, whatever doubts may be cast on their reality as historical facts. ~ David Friedrich Strauss

I'm in awe of you, Rowan Palotay," he said softly. "And plan to make love to you for the rest of the night, but right now, I want you to be a good cowgirl and ride me."
His finger hooked around the string of her panties, and he tugged them down and off. "The boots stay on. ~ Robin Bielman

Reality was that no matter how well he filled out those creased jeans, he truly was forbidden fruit. ~ Carolyn Brown

As they reached the steps to the house, the door opened. A woman in a gray dress and white apron glared at them.
Taken aback, Delia faltered.
Mr. Livingston leaned over. "Don't mind Mrs. Graves, my housekeeper," he said in a low voice full of humor, obviously meant to reassure her. "That's her normal expression. She only smiles once a year on Christmas. ~ Debra Holland