Cathy Riedlinger

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. He stepped closer, but before she could touch him he took her hand and brought it to his lips.
“When I saw you tonight I think my heart stopped beating.”
“And is it now?” she whispered.
He took her hand and laid it over his heart. She could feel it pounding beneath his skin, almost hear it reverberating through her own body. He was so strong, and so solid, and so wonderfully male.
“Do you know what I wanted to do?” he murmured.
She shook her head, too entranced by the low heat of his voice to make a noise of her own.
“I wanted to turn you around and push you right back through the door before anyone else saw you. I didn’t want to share you.” He traced her lips with his finger. “I still don’t.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“It's rude to discuss your wife with your girlfriend”
― Robyn Carr, Angel's Peak

“The Mother of God. Good-looking. Well-dressed. A good person. Knows how to make the absolute best of a situation. And never uppity about any of it.”
― Kathleen Zamboni McCormick, Dodging Satan: My Irish/Italian, Sometimes Awesome, But Mostly Creepy, Childhood

“Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm.

“Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think
we’re flirting.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush