Spicy Romance Book Quotes

For a moment she was convinced she was still dreaming. That she’d fallen asleep while reading one of JR Ward’s Brotherhood of The Black Dagger romances and had inserted herself into a dream based on the book. Any moment now he was going to start growling Mine Mine Mine and let loose with some spicy bonding scent. Or flash a massive set of fangs.

You want to be the first guy I fuck up, get in line.

You ever been fucked by a bayou boy after drinkin’ moonshine at a crawfish boil while skinny dippin’ when you’re supposed to be fishin’?” His drawl had just gotten very deep and pronounced and Caroline felt her clit actually tingle in response. “I…” She cleared her throat. “…have not.” “Then you’re a virgin in all the most fun ways.

She's not mine to use, but to worship.

… I’d procured a small collection of mismatching teeth from each male that had violated her. One day, I would present my little treasure trove of teeth as a gift to her… A token of my undying love and readiness to f*cking murder anyone who dared to wrong her...

Oh God,” I gasped. The burn of his mouth on me was so deliciously wrong. “I knew you could be a good girl,” he crooned.

Not all monsters hide under your bed...some of them entice you into theirs.

This spicy historical will steal your breath, and capture your heart. -Susan Sigler, Love Romance Passion

I want to know every inch and curve of your body like it belongs to me-and it will. I want to know everything. Where you are. Who you're with. What panties you are wearing right now.

I will always come for you, Mareina. I will always be there to save you. Whether you wanted me to or not, I would crawl on hands and knees through the fires and chasms of every hell to save you.

Cupid, if you’re watching, you are going to love this next part.

She haunted my mind every waking hour, and carved herself into my dreams...

My body arched into him automatically, craving more contact, more pressure, just more. Skin against skin wasn’t enough—I needed us to be soul to soul.

Despite how horrifying today had been, my knees trembled when his warm body bucked softly against me. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and he gave one of those half-smiles only very hot guys could master.

MG: Question number five: Would you ever consider cowriting something with another author? Personally, I've got a manuscript of a spicy romance novel I'd love to slap your name on. It's called Fifty Shades of Goose. CC: I just threw up a little in the back of my mouth.

Love was no delusion. You didn’t have to have your head in the clouds to believe in it. It wasn’t invalid because someone was hopelessly romantic, nor was negated because someone viewed the world with a more critical eye. Love was about being safe with someone, knowing you could count on them for anything. Big or small. Heavy. Or featherlight.

A wave of intense disorientation swept over her. For a moment she was convinced she was still dreaming. That she’d fallen asleep while reading one of JR Ward’s Brotherhood of The Black Dagger romances and had inserted herself into a dream based on the book. Any moment now he was going to start growling Mine Mine Mine and let loose with some spicy bonding scent. Or flash a massive set of fangs. Except… if she was dreaming,

Some things we both need to work on, babygirl, but this isn’t one of them. Feeling safe isn’t one of them.

I've wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you," he breathed. "I think of you all day and night. I imagine what it would be like ot kiss you, taste you. I get lost in those thoughts and I never want to leave. Wanting you...it's consuming me.

I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I wanted him as more than my friend. It didn’t matter that it hadn’t been long since Brayan. Tristen was the boy next door with dirty dance moves. He helped me with math and watched stupid shows with me when I was sad. He walked with me, challenged me. Liked me. Every time I tried to push him away, I knew it was morally right, but it felt wrong.

page 46 "Good girl" That's far enough. I let go of her chin and get up.

My eyes traced the curve of her leg until it disappeared into the hem of her skirt, and I wanted to touch that silky skin so badly that my fingers twitched. I needed to know if she felt as good as she looked. - Tristan

The colognes that Zak wears are, to put it simply, all man and sex in a bottle. My favourite of his is rich and woody, with the tiniest hint of florals to round out the scent, but it's eyes rolling into the back of your head good, when you inhale it. He has others, but they don't quite 'hit the cl*t', as Mitchell Coombes would say.

Fuck, I didn’t know how I could be so angry at someone I simultaneously couldn’t stand to be without.

We were opposites, but not like oil and water. More like a positive and negative charge, drawn to each other inexplicably.

I need the way he looks at you and can’t stand to be near you at the same time.

The only way this is happening, Chloe, is if I’m on my knees.

Scared? Yes. Giving up? Not a chance.

If she was out in the world right now, I was right there with her.

I didn’t want to let her go. I never wanted her to let her go again.

There will always be another mission, Madi, but there won’t always be another you.

I had too many questions to figure out a question to ask.

A job is a dumb fucking thing to give up happiness for.

I shifted in my stool so I was already smiling up at him when he turned to face me. Six-foot-too-many-inches—Seriously, how does he even fit a plane?—hovering right above me.

His kiss was a poison that my body craved. I was an addict, diving headfirst into the drug I knew would destroy me.

Every time we came together it was like a perfectly choreographed routine. Like two dancers who had spent years moving as one, who could read every breath, every slight flutter of muscle. Decipher the intent, and meet together with expert unity.

You. Are. Mine.

Luke sure flipped the script. But the movie still ended the same. And I didn't even get an orgasm out of this version.

Fuck the mission, Madi. I need you.

Fucking. Luke.

If the choice is the mission or coming home to you, I’m coming home.

I'm never going to get over you.

I'll grovel every day of my fucking life.

I don't think I can just be your friend.

He kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do, the last time he ever would.

She was an addiction, a drug I desperately needed to stay away from, but there was no rehab for Chloe Grant.

This was too much. Too much of what I wanted, too much of what I knew I couldn’t have.

Wanting you is never a problem. It's keeping you.

Chloe Grant was the poison and the cure all at once.

In my experience, men loved to help, even when they weren’t wanted.

But she was under my skin, in all meanings of the word. If I was honest, I really fucking liked her there.

I realized then that I’d do anything to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. To be the one making her laugh like that.

One night and he’d already figured out exactly how to make me melt.

I can’t heal your scars, baby. Never will be able to. I wish I could, but I’ll be here to give you peace.

Now be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth quiet before I find use for it somewhere else.

Fuck, you’re an exquisite little thing,” he groans in my ear. “Such a bonnie lass.

I think I might have to say goodbye to my social life. Spicy romance novels are way more interesting,

What was she going to do about class tomorrow?

I’m not into your brand of roleplay, but I’d call him daddy.

What are your thoughts on the ethical implications of using cognitive dissonance as a tool for behavior change?” I blink, trying to gather my thoughts. “I think… it’s a double-edged sword. While it can be effective, it raises questions about manipulation and consent. We have to be careful about how we use it.

There are only three questions that matter in a relationship. Does he worship the ground you walk on? And is the sex good enough?

Personal experiences often lead to the most passionate research.

Reframing the situation is a powerful tool for reducing cognitive dissonance. It’s fascinating how flexible our minds can be in maintaining internal consistency.

Infuriating men I could deal with, but nice, playful, great kisser ones that took care of me and thought of me in ways that I didn’t even understand, that? That was something I didn’t know how to react to.

You can try to run as far as your heart can take you, but no one will ever be able to fill that longing you have for me in your soul. Not even your pretty fae warrior.

I still feel compelled to make you aware of the fact that… If you ever dared to try and take her from me, I will find far more creative ways of inflicting suffering upon you before you succumbed to death…

I'm not fucking sweet!" "No, you're like the flames of a fire. Bright, beautiful, and deadly. To anyone but me.

Careful, little flower," he admonished, caging me against the glass with his body...

Rain hellfire upon him. Take your revenge. Take what you are fucking owed, Fiora.

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who would win in a fight, Deadpool or Wolverine.

I cocked a brow at her. “Alpha, huh? Is that something out of your porno books?” She rolled her eyes. “They’re called spicy romances, and they’ve taught me as much about myself as your masktok account has.

Never give up, never surrender and rise against the odds -message to Ryun from Sophie on his bday bball gift