Romantic Suspense Quotes

You were the one girl I wanted who wanted nothing to do with me.

Tell me what you want, Mads.""You, " she said in a shaky whisper. "I want you, Ronan.

I want you to let go. Just close your eyes and feel me. Don't think. Don't try to control it. All you have to do... is feel.

Ronan tightened his grip before leaning over and whispering, "Do you have any idea how much I want you?

Weren't you the guy who said he'd settle for one woman when hell froze over?""I did say that, didn't I?""Yeah, a bunch of times, " Gavin's smile faded.

Ronan cupped her neck with his other hand and brushed his lips lightly over hers. "I want you, Maddy. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life.

He couldn't suppress the grin that curves his lips. "In fact, I'm the only man who belongs in your bed from now on.

I'm still a little hungry." She shot a sly glance at Ronan before tangling her fingers in his. "Not quite sure what I want, though.""Could've fooled me, " Ronan murmured.

The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says…” Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. “One kidnapping deserves another.

You won't believe what I'm capable of, Phoenix.

Let me put it this way. You, my beautiful girl, have the power to really hurt me, with how I feel about you. Far more than anyone else ever has or ever could. I don’t know if you realize that.

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.

The ferocity of her passion was what he'd been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered. To need like he needed.

Full of intrigue, tangled pasts, and raw emotions, [Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood] is guaranteed to keep you turning pages from start to finish and then wishing for one more chapter!

First of all, I’m not a ‘military type.’ Second, I never proclaimed to be a gentleman of any kind. I just like the facts straight up. There’s no bullshit to wade through to get to the truth." Dylan

I think of it like a caterpillar--a wrinkly, ugly worm with traces of dull colors on it. But when the worm metamorphoses, it becomes something truly beautiful.” Charli

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

Hey, when you love a woman, and when she’s this crazy in love with you, you’ve got to do whatever she says, man.

Life gives you no guarantees. So, you love with all you have. And enjoy the time you’re given. If not, what’s it all for anyway?

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. “I’m the present, Darlin’.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.

Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas.Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie.

Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie’s

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.

I put fear into the eyes of a member of the Mafia. I’m doing well, she thought, now keep him scared.

He closes his eyes.Our lips brush lightly."If you ask me to kiss you, I will, " he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames."Kiss me, " I say.He does.

How do you feel?"Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again."And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for.

She knew with chilling and absolute certainty she was next.

The motorcycle’s headlights cut through the darkness. Ahead the road was nothing but a black hole. She roared toward it.

I’m in, especially if there’s a bad guy. Do I get to hurt a bad guy?

You don’t like to talk to people, do you? I mean, slamming the door in my face was a clue that was hard to miss. I’m perceptive like that.

Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next." "Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.

Where did you grow up?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. “You wanted to kiss me.” “I still do.

One of my favorite dialogue pieces from Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie, ” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way, ” Nathan said.

Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie, ” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way, ” Nathan said.

Would I always look back on this moment with regret, no matter which choice I made?

She didn't deserve me. She deserved a hell of a lot better than me, but so help me, I wasn't good enough of a man to just let her go.

Jax, I don't know if I can do this, " I murmured."Do what?" he asked.I though for a moment as he watched me in silence. "Survive you, " I whispered in answer."Maybe you won't have to...

Creating love stories that stand the test of time.

Have you thought about what will happen when you start living the life that's right for you, instead of the one you promised to live for someone else?

I want to be the star in your diary" -Shawn, Fade to White

There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover, ’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.

She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home.

He pulls me into the steel of his chest. In between kissing me, he whispers, “You don’t have to be jealous of them, you know. None of them hold a candle to you.

I shiver at the command. Why do I love the way he orders me around when I won’t stand the same from another man?

An image pops into my head of Gabriel Storm in my bed, his golden skin sheened with sweat while I ride him to paradise. Oh. My. God. Where did that come from? I’ve sworn to stay away from men.

His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch.

His lips follow a trail from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. As he nuzzles, he suckles, nips my skin before circling back to my mouth to taste me, ravage me, own me.

THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.