Reunion Romance Quotes

“Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.”
― Lynn Raye Harris, Strangers in the Desert

“I have only known two men's souls in my life, one the devil, the other the the bird's wings which picked me up and carried me back to the freedom of being.”
― Wendy gibbins

“I needed out. The Jeep wasn’t fast enough. I shut it down, grabbed the keys and started running like a bear was at my heels. I couldn’t even see Henry anymore through my tears so it surprised me when he caught me in his arms halfway. The first thing I did was pound on his chest and ask him why he hadn’t called. The second thing I did was kiss him so hard he couldn’t answer me.”
― Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass

“Io so e saprò sempre come trovarti per tornare da te..”
― Cristel Anna Notarianni, Bisbigliando - Sussurri di mezzanotte

“Jarrod,” she gasped as he rubbed her intimately through the fabric and things inside her shorts started to go into meltdown. “This is crazy …”
“I know,” he said, his voice strained. “God … don’t you think I know that?”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Don't

“Selena looked back at him. He seemed so desolate. “Jarrod …” she whispered.

“Just go, Selena.” His voice cut through the silence, his eyes hard as jade. “I don’t need your pity visit. Or your pity company. Unless it comes with a pity fuck, you should just go on home.”

She’d never known Jarrod to be deliberately cruel. Deliberately crude. “Screw you, Jarrod.”

It’d be the only one he was getting from her.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Don't

“Matthew?" Pure, sweet and with a joyous inflection that rang with disbelief and hope all at once, it floated above all other sounds.
His eyes slid from the men waiting to hear his news to search for the lips bearing his name.
In all his imaginings, he hadn't pictured her like this. A lush, pearly-haired goddess with rosy cheeks, vibrant, flashing eyes and laughing mouth made her way toward him, acknowledging those who would detain her, including some young rakes who reached out in yearning. She smiled them aside and with a mere touch of her slender fingers parted shoulders the way God did oceans. Her forest-green dress made her look like a sylvan goddess comes to play among the mortals.”
― Karen Brooks, The Chocolate Maker's Wife