Southern Romance Quotes

Quotes tagged as "southern-romance" Showing 1-15 of 15
Hunter S. Jones
“Somewhere, a rattlesnake strike makes the dance begin. Three hawks float in the light blue sky overhead. Crows caw and the sweet seduction of lavender fills my head. And she waltzes through my thoughts.”
Hunter S. Jones, September Again

Magan Vernon
“When we’re good, we’re really good, and when we’re bad, it’s really bad. Two people that have that much passion must be doing something awfully right.”
Magan Vernon, On Paper Wings

Teresa Tysinger
“Hiding had been effortless in New York City. Getting lost in a sea of people was as easy as stepping onto a crowded Subway car. Sweet Laurel Cove would be very different. Generations of families filled its church pews, ran its farms, and schooled its children. Anonymity was as rare as lightning bugs in wintertime—as her grandmother would say.”
Teresa Tysinger, Someplace Familiar

Jennifer Peer
“I leaned forward, hiding behind my glass and took a sip, almost choking when he stroked the skin visible along my spine. Surely flames had ignited and the entire room could see I was now on fire.”
Jennifer Peer, Not On Your Latte: A HOT Southern Romance

Magan Vernon
“I think love is different for each person, but I think the one thing it has in common is putting the other person's feelings before yours. If you're so worried about Libby loving you, isn't that the same thing?”
Magan Vernon, These Paper Walls

Jiffy Kate
“She turns me on and makes me want to consume her like a burning blaze.”
Jiffy Kate, Fighting Fire

Jiffy Kate
“I didn’t even know a piece of me was missing until I had her for the first time.”
Jiffy Kate, Fighting Fire

Jennifer Peer
“Sitting out in that oak under a full moon, watching the fireflies, I wished for so many things. Anything seemed possible in the moonlight. Yet nothing prepared me for this.”
Jennifer Peer, Not On Your Latte: A HOT Southern Romance

Jennifer Peer
“I love to watch her move over me.
Face as lovely as any heavenly constellation.
As I breathe her in, intoxicating.
Her body entwined with mine,
the thing I crave
for a lifetime of I love yous
before we crash back into the wide, wide, sea.”
Jennifer Peer, Not On Your Latte: A HOT Southern Romance

Jennifer Peer
“Tonight is about being our true selves with no apologies. It's the ultimate middle finger to the reality that'll come tomorrow.”
Jennifer Peer, Not On Your Latte: A HOT Southern Romance

Jennifer Peer
“Nothing else can satiate the hunger, my craving, that need for contact, except you. At moments, I'm starving in a room full of food. None of it what I need or want.”
Jennifer Peer, Not On Your Latte: A HOT Southern Romance

Victoria Benton Frank
“He thought I was interesting enough to show up at my family's restaurant and make me a few drinks. He wanted to spend time with me. He was a professional doctor, for crying out loud! I was having late-night drinks with a doctor. Where were all the little debutantes I'd grown up with now, when I would have liked them to watch me digging into their holy grail?”
Victoria Benton Frank, My Magnolia Summer

Victoria Benton Frank
“Are you planning on kissing me behind a haystack or something?"
"Oh, I plan on a lot worse, Maggie.”
Victoria Benton Frank, My Magnolia Summer

Victoria Benton Frank
“We made love then, under the trees, near the bank of the marsh sprinkled with snow-white egrets. I held him to me, and I looked up at the sky, thinking that this moment must be what absolute perfection was like. It felt as if we were melding together in a timeless kind of bliss. When we were both satiated, Sam shielded me from the breeze with his big body, keeping his arms around me, and I curled into his nook, closing my eyes. Every part of me tingled with pleasure and satisfaction. I had never felt like that before.”
Victoria Benton Frank, My Magnolia Summer

Victoria Benton Frank
“Nice to meet you, and thank you for the drink and fries."
"Till next time," he said, "when we can share something delicious on purpose."
I felt that in my Lowcountry.”
Victoria Benton Frank, The Violet Hour