Sara Moore

“If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.”  “Is this some athlete kink you got? Need to see a girl in your jersey?” The old flirty side of me that I’ve kept hidden and locked down for the most part since Max came into my life is itching to break free.  I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.”  Miller’s lips part, a shocked and satisfied grin lifting on the corners. “Well, with that kind of promise, I’ll be sure to wear it next time.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“I looked for you. In every market and podunk town, in every corner of every land, I searched each face for yours.”
― Rachel Schneider, Metal Slinger

“I don’t melt for you, Jake Compton,” she murmurs, holding my gaze. “I burn.”
― Emily Rath, Pucking Around

“I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Lies