Bodyguard Romance Quotes

“I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Games

“There is also a waka poem Akio penned for me:


Now I understand
It is all so clear to me
August wind, rain, sleet
I stopped believing in love
Until I saw the leaves fall


Poetry is kind of our thing. Originally, we were mortal enemies. Akio drove me nuts with his schedules, his overall gothic-novel vibe, and his eight inches of height over me. But now, our couple dynamic is fun-loving princess and gruff former bodyguard turned promising pilot who only shows his soft side to those closest to him. It really works for me.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“You need to acquire a lover, Madam President.”
― Lynn Raye Harris, Captive But Forbidden

“You will tell me who said this to you and I will take care of it."
I'm touched by his defense. "What will you do? Beat up the other imperial princesses because they were mean to me? You're sweet. But I prefer to fight my own battles.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After

“I have loved you since the moment I helped you with your zipper. You are the only person my heart beats for, ever since you asked me to stay with. you that night. You are my everything, and I promise, my heart will be yours forever.”
― Erin Zak, Guarding Evelyn

“He'd ruined me. Made me crave his touch and burned my memories of other lovers to ash.”
― Michelle Donn, Vegas Reward

“I know it’s illegal, but I’m done caring because I love you, and never having you but being forced to be around you always is a slow torturous death.”
― Audrey De Leon, The Guard of Adriane

“Even though it was dark, the lack of light couldn’t diminish his masculine perfection. Could this beautiful man finally be mine? I put a hand on his T-shirt-covered chest, which was slightly clammy, and then removed it. As much as I wanted him, I knew I couldn’t have him.”
― Audrey De Leon, The Guard of Adriane

“I swallowed and took a deep breath. “You can always leave my service.”

“Don’t you see, Diana? If I did that, I’d break not one but two hearts. For I know you love me, though you haven’t said it yet.”

I closed the gap between us and put a steady palm on Eric’s chest. “Oh, Eric. You do know me. I love you so much, it sometimes terrifies me.”
― Audrey De Leon, The Guard of Adriane

“You can always leave my service.”

“Don’t you see, Diana? If I did that, I’d break not one but two hearts. For I know you love me, though you haven’t said it yet.”

I closed the gap between us and put a steady palm on Eric’s chest. “Oh, Eric. You do know me. I love you so much, it sometimes terrifies me.”
― Audrey De Leon, The Guard of Adriane

“She looks at me like I've just hung the moon, if it doesn't make me want to do everything in my power to protect her, task force be damned”
― Eden Victoria, Close Protection

“Continuing to stare into her pale, damp face, Nick shook his head with a slight frown, as if the sight of her distress was painful to him. Seeming unable to help himself, he reached out and pulled her against him, his arms wrapping around her as he tried to comfort her with his body. There was nothing sexual about the embrace, but somehow it was more intimate than anything they had ever done together. His arms were strong and possessive, holding her steady while his breath fell in moist, hot surges against her neck.
"Shall I take you home?" he whispered.
Lottie nodded slowly, while a lifetime of loneliness transformed into a sense of inconceivable comfort. A home... a husband... things she had never let herself hope for. Surely this illusion couldn't last- somehow, someday, it would be taken away from her. But until that happened, she would cherish every moment.
"Yes," she said, her voice muffled against his coat. "Let's go home.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Worth Any Price

“Acting from instinct he angled his body so it would shield Lydia's, sweeping her back into the recession of a doorway that, while closed, would give her shelter. Pressing close, he wrapped himself around her so the blows would strike him first.
They did. Repeatedly. A clump of mud and small stones that had missed its target struck and shattered on the doorframe and he felt her jump and start to tremble, so he bent his head and murmured words of reassurance, low and calm over the wailing of the injured man, and all the ugly shouts of his tormentors.
Fear, he knew, was mostly in the mind, and he would spare her that. He'd long since learned to channel his own fear to action, so it was surprising to him now to feel it twist within his chest- a fear not for himself, his safety, but for hers. It lingered even when the mob had passed them by, the angry tumult growing fainter down the street, and there was no more danger.
Stepping back, he gave them both the space to breathe. Her face was pale, and she appeared to still be shaking but she only drew her cloak a little tighter as though wanting him to think it was the cold, and he had seen enough cadets who did not wish to show him weakness that he recognized her brave attempt to seem more strong in front of him, and though he was not fooled by it he understood her need to make the effort. Having satisfied himself she was unharmed, he wanted for her to collect herself sufficiently to leave the sheltered doorway, then he offered her his arm again, and once again she took it, holding tighter to him this time, and they crossed the street in silence.
But the feeling, strange and new, stayed firmly lodged beneath his ribs, as though once having taken hold it was now part of him, and he had no idea what to do with it.
We always fear what we don't know, he'd told the young de Joncourt boy.
And walking now with Lydia's gloved hand upon his arm, her warmth beside him, Jean-Philippe admitted there was truth in what he'd said. Because in all his twenty-seven years, with all that life had dealt him, he had not known anything like this.”
― Susanna Kearsley, Bellewether

“Sophia flinched as she felt someone fumbling at her skirts. She pressed closer to Sir Ross, her arms clutching around his lean midriff. Before she could say a word, he realized the problem.
"You!" Sir Ross snarled at the man behind her. "Lay a hand on this woman again, and you will lose it- along with other portions of your anatomy.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

“I just never thought I'd belong anywhere," I whisper.
He strokes my jaw with his thumbs again. "Izumi, you are a world unto yourself. Build your own space. One meant uniquely for you." My thoughts exactly.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After

“I rather burn the world. I rather kill myself than ever allow an ounce of harm to hurt you and that I swear it to you on my life, malen'kaya koroleva. Believe me when I say nothing- no one would stop me from saving you. I will protect you.”
― Brianna Kristen Leon, Wicked Fate

“It was the most simplest thing yet he looked like sin. And he made sin look pretty damn sexy.”
― Brianna Kristen Leon, Wicked Fate

“h'd ruined me. Made me crave his touch and burned my memories of oher lovers to ash.”
― Michelle Donn, Vegas Reward

“It’s mayhem, it’s chaos, and then the hose is unleashed.

An icy torrent of water knocks me to the ground and separates me from Seth. Water fills my nose, and I choke on it, coughing hard and desperately trying to shield my eyes from the worst of it so I can see. The spray moves away from me long enough that I can stand on shaky legs. It’s a fight to regain my bearings, my vision still blurred, and stray limbs and bodies tangle across the ground, tripping me with every step. The gate is at my back, and everywhere I look is a mess of water, people, and mud. It’s so loud; even when I blink away the last of the water, I still feel too disoriented, like I’m disconnected from my body. I slip. My shoulder slams into concrete, and I breathe through the pain as I force myself to my feet again. Someone shouts my name, but then there’s a guard in front of me, his helmet visor pulled up so I can see the wicked gleam in his eyes when he pulls out a small black object from his belt. I spot the metal prongs and realize what’s about to happen. Terror lances up my spine, thick and suffocating in my throat. I can’t move.
Behind me, Ajei screams.

A large hand wrenches me back by the arm, and I lose my balance. Electricity crackles from the end of the taser, missing my drenched side by a centimeter as I crash to the ground hard. “We saw you!” Someone screams. “We have a video! Murderer! You tried to kill him!”

Without warning, hands are everywhere, grabbing me and pulling me back to safety. “No, wait!” I shout, struggling to free myself from their grasp. I can’t leave now, not like this. I need to be up at the front, strong in the face of danger, just like our ancestors. I need to make my family proud; need to protect them and the land we were blessed with the way I promised I would. There’s a cry of pain, and I catch a glimpse of Seth yanking my attacker’s arm behind his back until he’s forced to drop the taser, which Seth kicks away. His eyes are ablaze, and he’s utterly ruthless, but despite everything, I can only think of how beautiful he looks. Then, he swings out a leg and takes out another guard who is going after a fleeing Ajei, her phone in her hand from where she had been recording everything.

He spies me on the ground amidst the throngs of protestors, something like fear on his face, and roars, “Get him out of here!”
― Joy Danvers, Guardian's Guard

“I swallowed and took a deep breath. “You can always leave my service.”

“Don’t you see, Diana? If I did that, I’d break not one but two hearts. For I know you love me, though you haven’t said it yet.”

I closed the gap between us and put a steady palm on Eric’s chest. “Oh, Eric. You do know me. I love you so much, it sometimes terrifies me.”
― Audrey De Leon, The Guard of Adriane

“It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine to take. I was taking her anyway, and if I could tattoo myself onto her skin, bury myself into her heart, and etch myself onto her soul, I would. Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, I closed the distance between us and grasped her chin with my hand. “But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do…” My fingers dug into her skin. “I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Games

“But it wasn’t the clothes that caught me off guard. It was him.
He was… beautiful.
Not in the way most people were. Not in the way that was meant for this world.”
― Tracy Cress, The Ethics Of Desire

“Daphne, we didn't pick these out. Milosh did", Hallie says with that same knowing look. "We sent him, like, fifty options. All different colours and styles, but he was adamant these ones were more you,”
― Eden Victoria, Close Protection

“He's in the front seat, all broad shoulders and tense jawline, speaking into the mic attached to his ear. His voice is steady, deep, maddeningly unhurried. I don't want to be obvious about eavesdropping, but certain phrases stick out.
"No cops."
"Take them to the warehouse."
I freeze. That is, without a doubt, the most crime-syndicate-y thing I've ever heard in my life.”
― Katt Andrews, Guard Dog

“He isn't dressed like the heroes in my books, no leather jacket or artfully distressed jeans. No. Marco wears a dark suit tailored to within an inch of its life, the open collar of his crisp white shirt adding just enough edge to make him look dangerous. There's probably a gun under his jacket. Probably two.”
― Katt Andrews, Guard Dog

“Every instinct tells me to keep my distance, but the more I protect her, the more I realize I’m not just guarding her life—I’m fighting to keep her in mine.”
― Rita A. Gordon, Troy

“I like you.” I pout at him.
“Oh, please. You can’t possibly know that yet.” He winks at me.
“I can, and I do.”
― Kay Cove, Paper Hearts

“I wish he would kiss me until I forget how much I hate him.”
― Cleo White, Revelation

“If you only live to ensure everyone likes you, you’ll never find the people who love you. But people have to know you to love you, Charlie.”
― Kay Cove, Paper Hearts

“I just don’t want you to see me as an escort. I mean, that’s why you keep coming onto me, right? Because you think I’m some sort of sex Yoda that’s going to get between your thighs and awaken you to a whole new world of magic and creativity?”
― Kay Cove, Paper Hearts