Aurora Boreal

“Do you hear me? I only knew I had to have you.” Not only have her, but keep her. Make her his own. Even now, the thought of letting her walk away . . . he couldn’t bear it. No. He wouldn’t allow it. This wasn’t tenderness that filled him with a fiery resolve. It was possession. Pure, raw, wild. If she could glimpse the brutish, primal impulses coursing through him, she would run like a rabbit flees a ravening wolf. And he would catch her. “You’re mine,” he said hoarsely, lifting his head and staring deep into her eyes, willing her to believe. “If you leave, I will follow. Do you hear me? I will follow and find you and cart you home.”
― Tessa Dare, The Duchess Deal

“This is the best day of my fucking life!” he shouted. “Only! One! Bed! My second-favorite trope!”
― Olivia Dade, All the Feels

“You put in expired contacts?” He sounded personally offended
“Just a little expired.”
“What’s ‘a little’?”
“I don’t know. A few years?”
“What?” His consonants were sharp and precise. Crisp. Pleasant.
“Only a couple, I think.”
“Just a couple of years?”
“It’s okay. Expiration dates are for the weak.”
A sharp sound - some kind of snort. “Expiration dates are so I don’t find you weeping in the corner of my bathroom.”
Unless this dude was Mr. Stanford himself, he really needed to stop calling it his bathroom.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“Smiles are real when they reach your eyes.”
― Helen Hoang, The Heart Principle