Jasmine Dubroff
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“How do I describe the feeling that envelopes my being when he is near? It is like a cocoon of warmth and peace, but beneath that there is a deep longing, a hunger that one kiss would not be able to satisfy, one kiss would only make the hunger greater. But oh, how I long for that kiss, a kiss that might never come.
Being close to him does things to me, makes me feel things I never knew existed, makes me want things I have never wanted before. I have never desired to know a man's body before I met Ariston. I wonder if he knows that I desire him in such a way, that I not only want to know his body, but that I want him to know mine. There is a part of me that would not care if he loves me or not if I could just have one beautiful, passionate night with him, while the rest of me knows that one night would never be enough.”
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Being close to him does things to me, makes me feel things I never knew existed, makes me want things I have never wanted before. I have never desired to know a man's body before I met Ariston. I wonder if he knows that I desire him in such a way, that I not only want to know his body, but that I want him to know mine. There is a part of me that would not care if he loves me or not if I could just have one beautiful, passionate night with him, while the rest of me knows that one night would never be enough.”
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“I could not bring myself to hang up the phone or even so much as move it from my ear. The chance that I could hear his voice once again was too great a prospect.”
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“Do you think you might be able to love me someday?" He asked and heard her laugh softly.
"I already do." She said and his soul soared. "So this is what the poets write about? This is what they call love?" She asked.
"Yes my love." He said softly.
"They do not do it justice." She stated and he laughed.
"I agree." He told her as he held her, wondering how this could be real.”
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"I already do." She said and his soul soared. "So this is what the poets write about? This is what they call love?" She asked.
"Yes my love." He said softly.
"They do not do it justice." She stated and he laughed.
"I agree." He told her as he held her, wondering how this could be real.”
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“He took my hand in his. I gasped when our skin touched and looked into his eyes in a kind of shocked wonder, my eyes wide. His hand was smooth and warm, a few degrees warmer than it should be, and that heat sank into me, but it was not his heat that made me gasp. It felt like a storm resided within his skin and the moment our hands met, the storm and heat went raging through my veins, leaving my skin tingling and my heart fluttering while also making my blush deeper. It was like heat lightning, flashes of brilliance without sound that told of an impending storm. It awakened something within me, something I did not know existed, and took my breath away. I had never felt anything like it before.”
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“Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.”
― Crescendo
― Crescendo
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