Romance Suspense Quotes

“While not unappetizing, the food was too spicy. Not to mention, there were things on her plate that she didn’t recognize and was not prepared to eat.”
― Alyssa Hall, And Then I Heard the Quiet

“Will I see you again?”
His grin had lost its wild flair. Instead, it was limp and very small. “Sure you will.” A pause. “In my next movie.” With one last look, he climbed in his car and drove away.”
― Willowy Whisper, Angel Gate

“Even in hell, there are rules.”
― Jaye Frances, Reunion

“Sialnya, seringkali cinta bisa membuat segala kebohongan bisa dimaklumi.”
― Rhein Fathia, Gloomy Gift

“Lynn, open your eyes. I want you to see me,” he told her as, with one trust of his hips, he sank home, almost buried to the hilt.”
― Ju Ephraime, MINE For One Night

“Kendali pria atas wanita bukan terletak pada jabatan atau uang yang lebih besar. Tapi, pada bagaimana kemampuan si pria agar si wanita tidak bisa menyembunyikan apa pun darinya.”
― Rhein Fathia, Gloomy Gift

“Deep down Kelly, I think you want me here. I think you’re too damn scared to admit you need me. And I think I’m the only one who will understand the truth.”
― LeeAnn Whitaker, Desire & Deliverance

“He was going to kill her. Either that or kiss her. Maybe both. Either option would land him in hot water, though.”
― E.L. Irwin, Long Live the Rebel

“I apologize for my body’s reaction,” he managed between deep breaths. “That’s not how I usually tell a woman I find her attractive.” Jake Dalton, Prisoner of Love”
― Cathy Skendrovich, Prisoner of Love

“If Josh could see me having to empty out his piss, and nurse him this way, he’d beg me to let him go.”
― LeeAnn Whitaker, Desire & Deliverance

“They were all highly respectable in their professions and, together, practically unstoppable. But most importantly, they were on her side. She couldn't feel more blessed....or anxious. She sighed.
*in italics* Forgive me, Lord, for being so antsy. For worrying, I know it adds nothing to my life or any help to the situation at hand, but it's my friend's disappearance that we're investigating, and I don't know where to start. I don't want to choose the wrong lead. Please direct our investigation and help me to bring Skylar home. I'm the reason she is the way she is. Please don't let it be too late. *end italics*”
― Dani Pettrey, Still Life

“Wait. Didn’t you say Simon was in his underwear?”
“Yeah. Christmas green boxers with an explosion of red and white candy canes. So?”
“So there you go, the audience was just as naked as you were. Problem solved.”
― Gina Salamon, Dream A Wicked Dream

“Are you tired of young, svelte protagonists with flowing locks, dangerous curves and green eyes? My heroine's a realistic middle-aged women with trick knees, love handles, kids, laugh lines that have laugh lines and wear plus sizes and they still have fantastic adventures!”
― Kathy Whitney Barr

“With a deep breath, I lied to myself one more time; Sean’s death wasn’t my fault.”
― C. Rae D'Arc, Don't Date the Haunted

“Hey, we’ll let Huckleberry enjoy his lunch. Speaking of something, if you are in a better mood now, come with me to the Rainforest Room. I have something to show you. I wanted to wait until you calmed down because it means a lot to me, and I hoped you might be happy for me. Here, come with me.”
He led her back to the previous room, which had amazing, rare rainforest plants in it.
“Check this out!”
He tossed her a magazine that said Horticultural Digest on the cover. Holly neatly caught it and opened it up to the dog-eared page.
Blaring across the page in huge font was the title: WILLIAM SMITH, THE RAINMAKER OF SHELLESBY COLLEGE’S FAMOUS RAINFOREST ROOM. It was a five-page spread with big glossy photos of the Rainforest Room sprinkled throughout the article.
“Five, count ‘em, five pages! That’s my record. Until now, they’ve only given me four. Check it out: I’m the Rainmaker, baby! Let it rain, let it rainnnn!”
William stomped around in make-believe puddles on the floor. He picked up a garden hose lying along the side of the room and held it upright like an umbrella.
“I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling. I’m happy again.”
Holly squealed with laughter and applauded.
William jumped up on a large over-turned pot and shifted the hose to now play air guitar while he repeated the verse.
“William, there is no air guitar in that song!”
“There is now, baby!”
Holly exploded again in laughter, clutching her sides.
After a few more seconds of air guitar, William jumped off the pot and lowered his voice considerably.
“Thank you, thank you very much,” William said in his Elvis impersonation.
He now held the garden hose like a microphone and said, “My next song is dedicated to my beagle, my very own hound dog, my Sweetpea. Sweetpea, girl, this is for youuuuuuu.”
He now launched into Elvis’s famous “Hound Dog.”
“You ain’t nothing but a hound dogggg.” With this, he also twirled the hose by holding it tight two feet from the nozzle, then twirling the nozzle in little circles above his head like a lasso.
“Work it, William! Work it!” Holly screamed in laughter.
He did some choice hip swivels as he sang “Hound Dog,” sending Holly into peals of laughter.
“William, stop! Stop! Where are you? I can’t see I’m crying so hard!”
William dropped his voice even lower and more dramatically.
In his best Elvis voice, he said, “Well, if you can’t find me darlin’, I’ll find you.” He dropped on one knee and gently picked up her hand.
“Thank you, thank you very much,” he said in Elvis mode.
“My next song, I dedicate to my one and only, to my Holly-Dolly. Little prickly pear, this one’s for youuuuuu.”
He now launched into Elvis’s famous “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.”
“Take my hand, take my whole life, too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.” With that, he gave her hand a soft kiss.
He then jumped up onto an empty potting table and spun around once on his butt, then pushed himself the length of the entire table, and slid off the far end.
“Loose, footloose!” William picked up his garden-hose microphone again and kept singing. “Kick off the Sunday shoes . . .”
He sang the entire song, and then Holly exploded in appreciative applause.
He was breathing heavily and had a million-dollar smile on his face.
“Hoo-wee, that was fun! I am so sweaty now, hoo-boy!”
He splashed some water on his face, and then shook his hair.
“William! When are you going to enter that karaoke contest at the coffee shop in town? They’re paying $1,000 to the winner of their contest. No one can beat you! That was unbelievable!”
“That was fun.” William laughed. “Are in a better mood now?”
“How can I not be? You are THE best!”
― Kira Seamon, Dead Cereus

“You’re at the captain’s table, so to speak. The Berkeleys are here, as well as the big donors and some from the administration.”
When Holly heard the name Berkeley, her heart sank. Just my luck, she fumed, can I never get my time in the sun without Ivy stealing all the limelight?
As she sat down, she noticed she was seated directly opposite Ivy.
Ivy was already enjoying the soup, and Holly looked at her with chagrin.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful in a dark blue dress with large diamond drop earrings. As she looked up to her father to tell him how much she enjoyed her soup, Holly caught sight of her face.
She had on the most flawless makeup, far more advanced than Holly’s attempt earlier.
Next to Ivy, Holly felt like a grubby orphan who hadn’t seen a washcloth in years.
“She even has on lip liner,” Holly said under her breath in a mixture of admiration and bitterness.
“Holly, Holly. Earth to Holly. Holly, the server wants to know your drink order, baby. Please tell him.”
She realized the server must have asked her a question, and she was so lost in thought about Ivy that she hadn’t heard.
“Iced tea, please, light ice, thank you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Holly waited until the server left, and then whispered into William’s ear.
“I feel so ugly. She’s so beautiful. This is the worst thing that could happen. Being seated opposite her, and so now you’ll be admiring her perfection all dinner long. Just kill me now,” Holly finished with a sigh.
“Where’s Ivy?”
“She’s right across from me, silly!”
“Where? I don’t see her?”
“She’s over . . .” Holly broke off and looked into William’s eyes.
His eyes told her everything she needed to know. They were warm and loving, and she knew he was trying to let her know that he only had eyes for her.
“I don’t care about Ivy. Not one microscopic millimeter. It’s you I love. So, please try to enjoy yourself and forget about her. It’s a big night here, and I have a lot to do with the donors later. Please don’t make me distracted and worried about you and your jealousy of her. I am yours, and that’s the end of it.”
She gave him a loving smile of thanks and decided to eliminate Ivy from her thoughts. She turned to her left and was delighted to find Heather sitting next to her.”
― Kira Seamon, Dead Cereus

“Later in the day, Holly frowned at her reflection in the mirror.
“This can’t be right!” Holly muttered to herself. She looked like a cross between a panda bear and a raccoon. She had tried to apply a more advanced version of makeup than she was used to, and it was not going well.
“Smokey eye, my foot! I look like I have two black eyes.” She had not done the proper shading with her eye shadow, and now her large green eyes were encased with a deep black color that spanned her entire eyelid.
“Maybe I should try a different one,” Holly mused aloud. She sat in William’s bedroom at his dresser. She already had on her pretty crushed velvet black dress and a small heart-shaped diamond pendant. It had been William’s birthday gift to her last year.
“Let me re-read this article again to see if I can make sense of these instructions.”
Holly read her magazine article out loud. “Which Greek Goddess are you? Athena, Venus, or Aphrodite? Check out our makeup tips below to turn heads at your next event!”
“Hmmmm, that sounds soooooo good, if only I was better at applying makeup.”
She had decided to try their Aphrodite look and had been trying to apply the eyeliner to give her a smoky eye effect.
Holly had to wash her face four times already and start over because each time was worse than the last.
“Concentrate, Holly, or you’ll be late for the gala. This is your last chance; it’s do or die time!” she warned her reflection in the mirror.
“So, it says to put the light grey eyeshadow on the inner one-third of my eyelids. Hmmm, maybe that’s the problem. I don’t know where the inner third is.”
She got an idea and went to William’s desk. Looking around, she found a ruler.
“Ah-ha! Eureka, I got it!” She went back to her position at his dresser and closed her eyes for a quick, small prayer, then held the ruler up to measure her eye.
“Ah-ha! Twenty-one millimeters. So, that means the inner one-third of my eye must be from my nose out seven millimeters . . . right about HERE!” Holly expertly applied the light grey eye shadow to the inner third of her eyelids.
“What a big improvement already! Wow! I’m not a panda bear anymore! Ok, one-third down, two-thirds to go . . . I can do this!”
Reading further, she said, “Ok, now apply the dark grey eye shadow to the next third of your eye, finishing with the dark brown eye shadow on the outer third of your eyelid.”
Holly expertly followed the instructions and sat back in her chair, stunned.
She looked beautiful! She had achieved the desired effect, and now her green eyes were enhanced to perfection.
“Wow, wow, wow!” Holly felt encouraged to keep going.
She read the next instructions.
“‘Now, apply blush to your face with an emphasis on contouring your cheekbones.’”
“‘Contouring my cheekbones? Who do they think I am, Rembrandt?” Holly said with a groan.
Holly gingerly picked up her blush container as if it were about to bite her. She decided another quick prayer wouldn’t go amiss. With a deep breath she muttered, “Ok, I’m going in!”
She glanced nervously at the picture in the magazine and tried her hardest to follow it along her cheekbones. “That turned out pretty good!”
Holly turned her face this way and that, examining it. It may not have been exactly as in the picture, but the blush now accentuated her beautiful high cheekbones.
“Whew! Only the lip left, thank goodness! You got this, Holly!” She encouraged her reflection in the mirror.”
― Kira Seamon, Dead Cereus

“Behind the eyelid of the sunset is a sleeping eye next to the one it loves, and an eye waiting for the return of the one it loves, another is filled with tears of nostalgia for whom it loves. I am waiting for your return. Emy”
― Aya Bensmaili

“You’ve had quite a ride with the men in your life.”

“The worst of the lot.” I chuckled, feeling lighter. “The last five years of my life have been nothing but chaotic. I wasn’t sure I’d make it out this time. Seeing him look at me like that, even in chains, chilled me to the bone. It hunts my thoughts still, and I can’t shake him from my head.”
― ANNE .J. FRANKLIN, Through Hell with you

“You want out? You’ll have to get past me to reach the door tonight. I’m certain you won’t make it that far,” he threatened with a sneer just as bright rays of light blinded me, and firm hands grabbed my hair and pulled.”
― ANNE .J. FRANKLIN, Christmas At Knights Landing

“Vincent took a menacing step forward, his stance threatening. “You speak to her like that again, and I guarantee my buddies at the state department won’t mind dragging you out of here in a body bag.”
― ANNE .J. FRANKLIN, Christmas At Knights Landing

“You think you’ve found a protector that’ll keep you away from me, Grace? Then you don’t know me well. I’ve owned you since you were a child; I’m the only one you’ve got in this coldhearted world.”
― ANNE .J. FRANKLIN, Christmas At Knights Landing

“I need to take you home.” His voice was strained, as if he was fighting something, and I knew home was not the place I wanted to be.
“I don’t want to go home,”
“What are you saying, Cupcake?”
“Take me home with you,” I whispered. “To your home.”
― Hailey Barr, The Bodyguard's Second Chance

“She rubbed her fingers on my beard again. “This is new.” She tilted her head as if examining with her eyes now. Her fingers weren’t enough.
I worried she might not like the longer style I was carrying. “I can shave it off, if you want,” I said quickly.
“No!” And her slender fingers grabbed my beard. Yeah, it was long enough for that, and it still tugged painfully, so I winced. “Don’t you dare take it off. I like it,” she said with a rumble in her voice that sent vibrations all the way down. My Cupcake was possessive.”
― Hailey Barr, The Bodyguard's Second Chance

“I still feel like I need your forgiveness. I can’t… I can’t move forward without that.”
My heart burned with his pain. “You’re already forgiven, Jace. You’ve always been forgiven. Now let it go. Let us both be free of it.”
A small, shaky breath escaped him, and he nodded, his eyes glistening with emotion. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice raw.
“You never needed to ask.” I kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Now hold me tight and don’t let go.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me as he spooned me. 
Never had my bed felt this warm.”
― Hailey Barr, The Bodyguard's Second Chance

“Nothing could compare to waking up with Nora by my side. I had yearned for this for so long. I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I was awake and that I wasn’t in a dream. No, no dream. She was very real and exactly where she was meant to be—with me.”
― Hailey Barr, The Bodyguard's Second Chance

“I held my breath and watched him pick one up and bring it to his mouth.
He admired the swirl of dark cream again before taking a bite. His eyes widened, and he let out a moan of pleasure. He sat down on the stool, like his body couldn’t handle the emotions the flavors caused him.
“Man, I need another one.” This time, he grabbed one with white frosting. Lemon and strawberry.
He groaned and I thought my insides were going to melt. My heart was certainly beating at an odd rhythm.
“Now I know what it feels like when a cupcake whispers at you. I didn’t know cupcakes could whisper like that to my taste buds. It’s telling them how amazing these are!”
― Hailey Barr, The Bodyguard's Second Chance

“I’m not going anywhere, I can’t. Not again. Leaving you… not coming back to you the first time—it broke me. How could I ever think that was best for you, for us? All I did was hurt us both. I’ll carry the guilt. I won’t lie about that. What happened to Charlie, to you, it’s always going to weigh on me. But you’re right. I need you, Cupcake. I can’t help feeling guilty, but I’d rather feel it right here with you, so you can slap me silly when I need it.”
“How about this? How about I kiss you silly instead of striking you? You think that would help you feel better?”
“I think I can handle that. Although the force of your kisses is so powerful, my heart feels like it will explode.”
“Oh, well, we can’t have that now, can we?”
“The heck we can’t!”
― Hailey Barr, The Bodyguard's Second Chance

“Her exquisiteness was intangible. She was my burning rose.”
― M.K. Morris, Lies We Extinguished: A Novel

“Always leave a little mystery.”
― Tammy Teigland, A Stranger in the Night