Emily

“The last thing I see is a shake of his head before the world flips upside down. I squeal when he throws me over his shoulder, hair dangling and face angled toward the now-muddy ring. “Did you sense that coming, Little Psychic?”
― Lauren Roberts, Fearless

“Does this mean you actually love the Great Holiday after all?” Legend’s perfect smile appeared again. “No, Donatella. I just love you.”
― Stephanie Garber, Spectacular

“You look quite dashing, my love.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she reached him. But Julian turned quickly enough that her lips found his instead. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her tight and kissing her back until her cheeks were redder than a candy cane. “You scoundrel,” she murmured. “It’s not my fault you look so pretty when you blush.”
― Stephanie Garber, Spectacular

“Pretend," I whisper against his lips.
I am recklessness incarnate. Until the very end.
My mouth meets his.
He tastes like longing. Like regret and relief. Like nothing matters but this moment.
It's fervent, like a sinner's prayer.
And maybe that is what this kiss is.
Repentance.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless