Contemporaryromance Quotes

“Don’t you ever cry again, Miss Zarish,” he said in a strict but mild tone. “I would rather die than see tears in your eyes.”
― Sara Naveed, Undying Affinity

“The proximity of Mr. Brooks disrupting her personal space made Ava’s spine straighten, the blood wakening her brain and tickling her senses as she became as still as mouse right before a cat pounced on its prey. Besides the heat radiating from his mass, it was the top notes of his cologne—mint, lavender, and cinnamon—that coiled around her emotions, slowing her heartbeat to the kind of rhythm usually reserved for the deepest of dreams. However, the spicier notes of his scent hit the back of her throat, the cedar, amber, and sandalwood making her heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. His scent was equal parts freshness and softness as it was strength and sensuality.”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“Who put sadness in your eyes?”
― Rachel Corsini, Sushi and Sea Lions

“Everything I did, I did because she was and is my best friend.”
― T.S. Krupa, The Ten Year Reunion

“I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend while you were alive. Your passing ended your life on earth, but it also ended my ability to live. For ten years I didn't know if I was all right; I had gone through the motions of living. Now I have been given a second chance because of you.”
― T.S. Krupa, The Ten Year Reunion

“I let you walk away ten years ago and it's the biggest regret of my life. I couldn't let you overthink this.”
― T.S. Krupa, The Ten Year Reunion

“The days were never going to be that easy again. Life only seemed to get more complicated and more stressful. Part of me would have given anything to go back and relive those days, but the other part of me wanted nothing to do with any of it.”
― T.S. Krupa, The Ten Year Reunion

“Well, personally I think you look bloody lush in red…even if that dress is a little revealing for work,” Samantha said over a video call, still lying in bed with a cup of tea. Her short caramel locks stuck up in every direction as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. “But then again, you don’t have spaniel ears for tits and can get away with that.”
“But seriously, Sam, does it give the right first impression?” Ava sighed and ran her immaculate manicure down over the body-contouring pencil dress.
“Oh, you mean the ‘back the fuck off, this is my daddy’s office and I’m not taking orders from a loud-mouthed American’ impression?” Sam trilled in thick Scottish and was clearly amused with herself as she hid her smirk behind her favourite llama-shaped novelty mug.
“That is the very look we’re going for, my lass!”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“Where else am I meant to get coffee? Do you honestly expect me to go out to do coffee runs? I have enough on my—”
“Ms. Archer, do you even drink coffee?” Nate interrupted.
“What? No, I don’t usually dri—”
“Then it isn’t a problem,” he clipped out, his fingers drumming impatiently on his desk.
“Yes, it is! I’m not running around like a headless chicken to get you your caffeine fix every day!” Ava huffed, her hands on her hips before her eyes dropped to his desk, noticing too late the branded cup of coffee already sat there upon its coaster. “Ohh.”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“Her blue orbs watched as Mr. Brooks took his seat in front of her and crossed his arms with impeccably straight posture. She noted that he had the rosiest and fullest lips she had ever seen on a man before, his eyes so warm and yet his expression so cold like his face captured winter and summer into one season. He reminded her of a stormy day. A nice one. Even under the slight beard he had, she could tell he had a jawline for days, his face capturing the heart of Hollywood.”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“It would be fitting that she would smell as enticing as every natural bloom, as alluring as a red rose, as free as springtime blossom rain, with just a hint of debauchery. She was an aromatic song, her essence the floral orchestra of the soul, and it was something that Nate knew he would forever crave.”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a serious attitude problem, Ava?” he ridiculed, growing tired of her smart mouth as he began pressing forward, making her retreat backwards despite her provoking expression.
“Has anyone ever told you what they say about a woman with an attitude, Nate?” she challenged with a coy smile, taking small steps back as her boss closed in on her like a lion closing in on its prey, but she refused to back down, a lioness asserting its position in the pride.
“Enlighten me,” Nate prompted, stopping when Ava’s back pressed up against a wooden support beam holding up the small hut. If she felt intimidated by his presence, she certainly did not show it.
“A fierce man can handle a fierce woman. A fragile man will say she has an attitude,” Ava stated, her hands tucked behind her back casually as she leaned her head against the beam and stared up at Nate from beneath the canopy of her dark lashes.”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“I’m not as perfect as you think, sweetheart!” He laughed, shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Oh yeah? Show me one defect, Brooks,” Ava challenged, grinning as he sat upright.
“Alright, see this tooth?” He pointed to one of his incisors. “Fake. Lost it tryna impress a girl at college.”
“What, like in a fight?” Ava’s eyes widened like a drama-thirsty vampire.
“No…more like me tryna bust open a beer cap with my tooth and then, pop!”
“Oh my God, that is tragic!” she squealed, her hand covering her mouth as she burst out laughing so hard that gentle snorts left her nostrils. “You’re a closet dork!”
“Yeah, well, never judge a book by its cover!” Nate laughed with her.
“Mhm, a very tall, dark, and sexy book at that!”
― Holly Dixon, ILLICIT AFFAIRS

“You’re neat. I mean, your bathroom. It’s so tidy.”
Jason straightened, quirking his eyebrow. He held her gaze, his green eyes bright and focused until she looked away.
“It’s almost like you have, I don’t know, a woman in your life who takes care of this stuff for you,” she said with a pang of jealousy that was threatening to eat her insides alive. “Even my bathroom is not that clean.”
Jason smiled. “I do.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Her name’s Belinda.”
A sentiment of distrust crept into her thoughts. She was right. There was a woman in his life. She grinned, but she couldn’t breathe. Why was she feeling jealous all of a sudden? How had Jason managed to become such an important piece of her life so fast? It seemed like only a moment ago she stood frustrated in the parking lot when he stopped to ask if she was okay. A moment that turned into a date and then a trip to a faraway place. And now she was fretting over a woman she didn’t even know.”
― Paige Onsen, I'm Your Man

“Who’s Veronica then?”
Jason paused his movements and inhaled a deep breath. “The girl from the photo?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t trust everything you read.”
“There must be some truth in here.”
“Sure. Some. Most of it is crap. It’s publicity.”
“She’s pretty.”
“She was a mistake. That’s all.”
She didn’t look like a mistake to Rhea. Her moist lips pressed against Jason’s cheek, somewhere in the French Riviera, overlooking the endless azure. Ah, no. Definitely not a mistake.
Rhea swallowed hard, waiting for a believable explanation.
Jason’s gaze shifted to her, and he dropped the knife, reaching for a dishcloth. Wiping his hands, he stepped closer and ran his fingers along her cheek. A strand of hair got caught in her lip balm and he brushed it off her face and tucked it behind her ear. “You have nothing to worry about, Rhea. There are things from my past I’m not proud of. But if it’ll make you feel better, you can ask me anything you want to know.”
― Paige Onsen, I'm Your Man