Fun Romance Quotes

“Pride is important to a man, but it isn’t everything. When it comes to the right woman, a man needs to be willing to swallow his ego every now and then.”
― Debbie Macomber, Alaskan Holiday

“I’d come to appreciate the sounds of silence. I’d grown accustomed to the stillness of Ponder, where one could hear the snow being blown off the tree limbs by the wind, the distant cry of a caribou, and the crackle of the Northern Lights.”
― Debbie Macomber, Alaskan Holiday

“I want to always feel the way that I do here in Evergreen.” Her smile was bright.
“The feeling of home.”
― Nancy Naigle, Christmas In Evergreen

“Heard a rumor you can’t cook,” he said.
She didn’t look away from her reading. “You know rumors.
They’re always true.”
She had him there. According to some of the tabloids, he had fourteen love children, two with aliens and one with the sister of Bigfoot.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“She gulped her whiskey sour. The bar was hot tonight.
CJ circled back to check on them. "You ladies doing okay?"
"Define okay." Natalie's whiskey seemed to be talking. Because the whiskey was the only thing that could've put that husky, suggestive tone in her voice. Yep, that was all the whiskey.
He propped his elbows on the bar, which put his face level with hers, and fixed his undivided attention on her. There went her lady bits fanning themselves. With a few added whimpers. They remembered what his hands and body and lips felt like too.
"Content." His voice was low and raw, his gaze penetrating and unwavering. "Happy. Completely, one hundred percent satisfied."
Her mouth went dry while the rest of her went up in needy flames that made her want to scratch the all-but-gone rash he'd tended so well on Monday.
"Nope," Natalie squeaked. "Not okay then.”
― Jamie Farrell, Blissed

“They hadn’t been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Lindsey had a nearly uncontrollable desire to run her
fingers through his hair, to see if it was as soft today as it had been the last time she’d known him. And that thick stubble on his cheeks and chin was long enough to be soft too. The good soft.
Especially against her softer parts.
Intrigue and desire warmed the smileys on her panties.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“If you kiss me and then leave again to go write another
twangy song,” she said, eyes closed, lips barely moving, “I swear to God, I will snap that guitar in half and feed it to you for breakfast.”
“You use the prettiest words.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cool
touch igniting shivers over his skin. “Is this a ploy to get another song out of me?” she asked.
“It’s a ploy to get you out of your pants.”
“And what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you get
me out of my pants?”
Will felt his lips curving up again. “Darlin’, you leave the
details to me.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“Cinna slid down the bar, sassing three groomsmen and
winking at a fourth on her way.
“I totally get why some animals eat their young,” Pepper said.”
― Jamie Farrell, Matched

“She wears her emotions on her face like hookers wear makeup.”
― Jennifer Shirk, A Match for Mr. Write