Romantic Tension Quotes

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Barbara Sontheimer
“Then wake up my sweet,  wake up knowing that your future is to be happy, and that your heart will heal.”
Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

Barbara Sontheimer
“A haunting memory flooded over Ethan when his own little sister had died. He had not thought of her in years! He glanced at the other chairs that sat empty around the table and wondered how different, or better his life would have been if she had lived. He tried to imagine her sitting there, but had trouble conjuring up her face.”
Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

“What do you mean, a goddess?” Alec questioned irritably.
“She’s staggeringly beautiful, wonderful, a vision of …” He petered out when he saw Alec looking at him strangely. Father Joe stroked his beard in thought, nervously eyeing Alec and then casting his eyes to the fireplace. Alec was beginning to sense Father Joe was regretting coming to his flat. He was also thinking that he regretted having anything to do with the vicar. He was quite mad … possibly.”
Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

Alyssa Hall
“I can’t get forensics over here to dig up the yard because my friend here, and her dog, didn’t hear a single thing. I don’t think they’ll go for it, Valerie.”
Alyssa Hall, And Then I Heard the Quiet

Alyssa Hall
“There was no light coming from under the door. I put my ear to the door and I immediately felt sick all over again. I must have known all along, before I walked back to the car and sat there waiting.”
Alyssa Hall, And Then I Heard the Quiet

“Cairo.
In Rustum Buildings, the location of the SOE’s Balkan Desk, Leonora, Countess Malkovic, looked up from the decrypted message that had just arrived on her desk. English by birth, married to a Serbian count, she had been seconded to work there because of her intimate knowledge of Serbia and her ability to speak the language.”
Holly Green, A Call to Home

“She waited for him to say something else, suddenly acutely aware, as she'd never been before, that a bed lay directly above them, barely two minutes from where they sat. And, like Strike, she thought, everything I've worked and sacrificed for is in jeopardy if I take this conversation to the wrong place. Our relationship will be forever marred by awkwardness and embarrassment.

But worse than that, by far: she was scared of giving herself away. The feelings she'd been denying to Matthew, to her mother, to Ilsa and to herself must remain hidden.”
Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

Ashley Weaver
“I may as well tell you now, darling, that I don't intend to lose you to an old roué like Balthazar Lebeau."

"Well, after all, half the women in London have been in love with him at one time or another," I teased.

"What qualities, might I ask, does he have that I haven't?"

I considered. "You both have dark, good looks and very blue eyes. You both know the right things to say at the right time. You both know just the right way to hold a woman in your arms."

"I see I shall have to keep you away from him in the future. Or perhaps the more dramatic solution would be best? We'll go about things the way Armand and Durant might have—pistols at dawn!"

"Nonsense," I said, recovering my equilibrium. "You'd never get up so early in the morning!"

"To fight for you, I would," he replied.”
Ashley Weaver, An Act of Villainy

Karen Swan
“She turned to face him as, suddenly, he was there - as though he always should have been, as though he always was going to be - standing just a metre from her, his eyes burning”
Karen Swan, The Rome Affair

Jessica K. Foster
“I didn't look down, but my face flooded with heat I hoped he couldn't see in the shade of the dock. I was wearing a white shirt. How rude of him to mention it like I was in a wet T-shirt contest.
I cleared my throat. "Does that distract you?" My voice came out lower than it should have.
"You've always distracted me," he breathed, his lips descending.”
Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something

Jessica K. Foster
“He pulled me in by my belt loops. "You can't get rid of me that easy, Andy Stevens," he murmured against my lips.
"I would never want to," I whispered.”
Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something