Murphy's Romance Quotes

But this girl...she doesn’t feel pointless. She’s real and she’s beautiful and she fits perfectly when she’s in my arms. She makes me want to feel.

I want to touch the parts of you no one else has touched. I want to own the piece of you that has yet to be discovered. So stop resisting. Let go. Let it happen.” David Hollan in Requested Surrender

If you have good sex, you've done a lot right in life.

He props his elbow on the table, absently scratches his temple with his index finger, and I remember exactly what that index finger did to me earlier. How he circled my nipples with that finger, how he slipped it between my legs, drenched it with my wetness and then brought it up to his mouth, licking it, tasting me, his gaze never leaving mine…

With my sunglasses shielding my eyes, she had no idea I stared at her constantly.

Spread your legs wider for me. That’s right. In a minute I’m going to slide one finger inside you. Only one, but it will be enough to make you beg and promise me the world if I asked you for it. David Hollan in Requested Surrender

Real people make messes. They sweat and come. Cry and scream. You’re going to be real with me, Bailey. From this point forward I want you to trust me enough to be real.

There was nothing more powerful. Not one thing better to boost a Dom’s ego than being a sub’s everything. He’d asked her for everything, but this wasn’t the same thing at all. In this case he was the need in a literal sense and damn, it was empowering. Scintillating. Dangerous because now that he’d got his first taste of it, he wanted more.

With romance it’s all the same, boy meets girl, they fall in love, one of them is stupid or does something stupid, they break up only to realize they loved each other all along, and then boom, the end.

You're going to have to take care of yourself," Karrin said quietly. "Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you can't feel it, but it's important that--" I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth. Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and there wasn't any sound at all. It was a long kiss. A slow kiss. A good one. I didn't draw away until it came to its end. I didn't open my eyes for a moment after. "...oh...," she said in a small voice. Her hand slid down my arm to lie upon mine. "We do crazy things for love," I said quietly, and turned my hand over, fingers curling around hers.

Words are meaningless when there are no actions backing them up. Prove to me that you feel that way. Don't just tell me, show me.

If you agree to our arrangement, I control what you feel and how you feel it. Right now we're concentrating on your needs, but soon we'll be focusing in on mine. I have very specific needs. "I like to take things. I'm going to take you. Whenever, wherever and however I want. Does that excite you?" Aries Taylor to his heroine in Stare Me Down,

I watched the colored lights and sparkles coming off of Sebastian in the dark water, as the ocean began the process of rebuilding his tail. I longed to join him in the water, to wrap my arms around him and let him carry me under the sea; but I wasn't ready. For him, the ocean was a home; for me it was death. Without being able to transform, the ocean depths would suffocate me, the pressure collapse my bones and flesh.

Wait—what?” He’d said the last statement so casually, I almost didn’t grasp its significance. “There are merrow who want to destroy the human race?” I pictured a hundred thousand Sebastians, capable of punching through picnic tables and moving faster than we could even see them. It would be a slaughter. A mermaid apocalypse. I almost laughed at the thought, but the impulse died in my throat. I felt sick. I couldn’t believe I’d wanted to kiss him just a few moments ago.

You can learn more about a woman in an hour playing with her, than you can in a lifetime of conversations. Michael Kavanaugh,Reputable Surrender

Books don’t let you down—especially romances. You get that ending you want, even if it’s hard won.

I want to be someone's home. I want to spend my whole life making one woman happy. I want to be worth staying for. - Caleb Murphy

A woman’s sex appeal has more to do with what other people think she has than what she actually has. It’s the relationship and reputation she has with herself that I find desirable.

They view New York as Satan's waiting room." "If this is the waiting room, where does the guy reside or work?" "New Jersey, I assume," Kyle said with a smile. "I mean, dude, have you been to Jersey?

The way she’d whispered this told him she was thinking about some of her less favorite attributes and how she could never see herself viewing them as assets. Women were so fucking hard on themselves. “Bailey, you are who you are, like no other. Embrace it.

Viking vampire assassins,” Murphy said, barely stifling a sneer. “Sounds like the subject of a bad romance novel.” “I disagree,” Carwyn said. “That sounds like a rather excellent romance novel. You realize that when they raided Ireland many of the women ran after them, don’t you? I think it’s something about the hair.” “Shut up, Carwyn.” “I am the one with the adoring mate. Just pointing that out.” “Adoring?” Murphy glanced at his fierce young enforcer. “Oh yes, the fawning must be quite tiresome. I don’t know how you put up with it.” “It’s difficult, but I manage.

Merrow have long memories. And remember, we live longer. So while most humans have forgotten the brutality and injustice that led to the merrow wars, the older merrow are still angry. They hate all humans. And now that the royal family is missing… some merrow think it’s time to stop hiding. They argue that the humans are destroying the world, and that it’s our duty to wipe them out.” “Wait—what?” He’d said the last statement so casually, I almost didn’t grasp its significance. “There are merrow who want to destroy the human race?” I pictured a hundred thousand Sebastians, capable of punching through picnic tables and moving faster than we could even see them. It would be a slaughter. A mermaid apocalypse. I almost laughed at the thought, but the impulse died in my throat. I felt sick. I couldn’t believe I’d wanted to kiss him just a few moments ago.

Rob’s entire life was successfully laid out, his attributes taking center stage, his accolades only a few seconds shy of the next brilliant offer, and the next rave review. Our family life seemed happy, at least from the outside looking in, and why wouldn’t it? I was the dutiful little housewife, he was the brilliant plastic surgeon, and his daughters closed the circle of the perfect family. When he was gone, working late, patching people up, consulting on emergencies, with the children long asleep, I would often stare at myself in the mirror, and wonder how my life had gotten so far left of where I was once headed. My face, without makeup, was burdened with secrets, lines that threatened to one day reveal themselves like a roadmap of my unhappiness. But for all Rob’s planning, he couldn’t have anticipated that on the second day of August, at 5:45 a.m., his life was about to become completely and forever irreparably changed.

The very first thing I saw at this year's Telluride Film Festival was sheer bliss. "Lava," a musical romance from Pixar Animation, was one of the shorts that traditionally precede almost every festival screening; the director was James Ford Murphy. The story, spanning millions of years in 7 minutes, starts with a lonely Hawaiian volcano who, crooning to ukulele accompaniment, yearns for "someone to lava.

—No hay vuelta atrás- susurra... —Una vez esté dentro de ti, serás mía. ... —Quiero ser tuya- respondo en un susurro entrecortado—. Quiero pertenecer a ti, Drew. Sólo a ti.

She knew it wasn’t right, but this was the second time in her life when hurting a man’s feelings trumped assuaging her own.

That’s the problem! She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me like she’s hypnotized, like she thinks I’m a god, but then she runs off squeaking if I try to talk to her.” “I don’t squeak,” I protested. “Maybe she’s not looking at you like you’re a god. Maybe she thinks you’re more of a freak,” Fergus mused. “I’m not a freak.” Murphy jerked his head as if dodging a fly or tossing his hair. “It’s definitely a ‘you’re a god’ look. She practically drools.

Murphy didn’t appear to notice my chagrin, but instead pulled up the hem of his long-sleeved tee to wipe at his face. Since he flashed his sculpted abdominals right at me, I grew hot and flushed. I mean, you could see every dip and curve, including the ones on either hip that made a V to lead the eye to the fly of his jeans.

I gotta say, Caroline. Ever since this guy walked back into your life, it’s been nonstop crazy drama,

There’s no doubt in my mind he’s attracted to me. That’s not our problem.

Tall, blond, and immortal.” “Viking vampire assassins,” Murphy said, barely stifling a sneer. “Sounds like the subject of a bad romance novel.” “I disagree,” Carwyn said. “That sounds like a rather excellent romance novel.

And in Japan, there’s been a proliferation of companies such as Family Romance that hire out actors to pretend to be lonely people’s friends, family members, or romantic partners. There’s nothing sexual in the arrangements; customers are paying only for attention. For example, a mother might rent a son to visit her when she’s estranged from her real son. A bachelor might rent a wife who will ask how his day went when he arrives home from work.

Sometimes she thought Murphy’s Law applied to her and her alone.

His essay “Epic Pooh,” originally published in 1978, skewered Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Richard Adams (author of Watership Down) for, among other perceived offenses, writing the equivalent of coddling, consolatory, nursery-room tales for grownups, stories that reinforced the paternalism of the establishment: I suppose I respond so antipathetically to Lewis and Tolkien because I find this sort of consolatory Christianity distasteful, a fundamentally misanthropic doctrine. … It is moderation which ruins Tolkien’s fantasy and causes it to fail as a genuine romance. … The Lord of the Rings is much more deep-rooted in its infantilism than a good many of the more obviously juvenile books it influenced. It is Winnie-the-Pooh posing as an epic (126–127).

He will never speak to you like that again once you become my wife,” I say, my voice firm. She stares at me, her lips parted. “What? I won’t let him, Charlotte. If he so much as lays one finger on you, I’ll break it. I’ll break all of them if I have to.” “But I’m his daughter,” she reminds me. “And you’ll be my wife. You’ll belong to me.” I pull her to me, slipping my other arm around her waist, my mouth at her temple as I whisper, “I don’t care if he’s your father. No one hurts what’s mine. Do you understand

I can feel that stick now, trying to lodge itself permanently in my ass. All due to my new and very unwanted circumstance.

The sadness is mostly gone, as is the hurt. The revenge though? It still lives inside of me, like a tiny little flame, flickering and sputtering but never completely out.

You do realize our Miss Charlotte has had her heart broken by everyone she’s ever loved.

Because if you were into her, you wouldn’t want it to be just hanging out and fucking around. You’d want to be with her all the time. Your thoughts would be consumed with her. You’d see things, or something would happen to you, and you’d immediately want to tell her. Because she’s it for you. You can’t see or think or taste anything else. Just her. Her.

This is why I became so introverted. Why I preferred books over people. Books don’t let you down—especially romances. You get that ending you want, even if it’s hard won.

Sphinx Resurrected by Christine Murphy gives a new romantic twist to the realm of the paranormal. The world building is extraordinary and pulls you in to the powerful domain of the Sphinx Warriors and won’t let you go.

You could never like me too much,' I tell him, my gaze meeting his. His eyes are serious though, making my smile fade. With gentle fingers he brushes the hair away from my forehead, making me tingle. " Maybe I don't just like you.

there was a time that you thought I hung the moon. Where did that girl go? Where did my girl go

If we go down this path then we ought to just consider ourselves war lords. We would be Tony fucking Stark delivering weapons of mass destruction to the enemy

Of all of the feelings in the world, hope is the most crippling when it shatters

Would you please say something? Please do something? Please feel something

Disappointment is worse than anger

It’s not fair to you to continue thinking that he hangs the moon. The man is not the God that he’s made you believe he is

Love lives in a home. Faith lives in a home. Hope lives in a home. I live in hell

The questions started rolling off my lips as my tears fell faster

The way her ass looks in those jeans makes me want to buy stock in the company and then buy her 100 more pairs so I can watch her wear them again and again

How long did it take you to get wet for me this time, my little nymphet

His eyes are fixated on me and it makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the entire world. The way he looks at me, like I am the only person in the world, like he would die without me, like there is no one else in this world made for him, makes my insides burn and my panties wet

You never, in a million years, think that something like that could happen to you. Until it does. And your life will never be the same

But the kind of despair you feel when you’re looking into the eyes of someone you once loved, and you no longer know the person looking back at you

I wish my legs were longer, I wish I could run faster. I wish that my nightmare would end

will you have this woman to be your wife? Will you love, comfort, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health? And forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you live

before I met you, I was content with living the rest of my life alone. I had some fun times along the way, sure, but I was resolved to the fact that I was going to be a life-long bachelor. But then there you were, literally crashing into my world. I knew as soon as we locked eyes that I would never be able to let you go. It’s as if you brought me back to life. Today, I stand before you, promising to love you unconditionally, promising to put your needs before my own, and promising to take care of your heart and soul, for the rest of our lives

She used to make me want to be a better person. Now, she brings out the evil in me every time I look at her

It hasn’t been easy, but I always try to stay as positive as I can. A lot of people have asked me how I did it. How I made it through all of that. I mean, you just do, you know? I didn’t have any other choice

There are too many people, it smells like piss and exhaust, and all of the noise makes my anxiety level go through the roof

His words take my breath away and make my pussy weep

As two become one, we rise and fall together

He may be able to warm my body with his touch, but the heat from his gaze is enough to set my soul on fire

I just want to be able to see and not be seen, hear and not be heard. I can’t stand being in the dark all the time

I need you to trust me when I tell you that you’re the most beautiful and amazing person that I’ve ever met. I need you to trust that I will always take care of you. I need you to trust that you are the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Last, I need you to trust me when I tell you that I can’t live without you

Am I really ready to put an end to it all? There is still a part of me that knows that this can’t be all that there is for me in life. A small part of me believes that I will be happy one day. But the majority of me is tired of fighting. I feel like I’ve been fighting for so long. I’m always walking on eggshells. I’m always so unsure of myself. My anxiety is wound so tight that I can barely breathe. Do I really want to wait around for the other shoe to drop

I don’t know what to do. I just want to be free

Ever since I was little, my dad has always been my biggest supporter. So to have his blessing and support is extremely important to me

The torture. The fact that I was going to kill myself. The fact that I was content with the thought of dying

That’s right, come for me baby. You filthy slut. Look at you, getting off in the hallway. Where anyone can see you. Making a mess that the staff will have to clean up; knowing that they’ll know exactly what happened here

What? You want people to see you? You fucking whore. I bet you’d love the chance to fuck someone else. Wouldn’t you

Lock calls his men forward one-by-one and they each take their turn using me. My mouth, my pussy. The only rule is that my ass belongs to Lock

Look at all of them. Do you see the disgusted looks on their faces? They don’t want you. They just want to use you. Think about that the next time you want to fuck someone else. Nobody wants you

Viking vampire assassins,” Murphy said, barely stifling a sneer. “Sounds like the subject of a bad romance novel.

Not responding?” she asks. “Is your wife breathing?” “l don’t think so.