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“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“Failure is a feeling long before it becomes an actual result”
― Michelle Obama, Becoming

“Vince’s eyes meet mine over Sofiya’s dark curls, and the raw love I see there nearly brings me to my knees. This man who has killed without remorse, who has built and destroyed empires, looks at his daughter and wife with such tenderness that it fractures something inside me.”
― Nicole Fox, Filthy Lies

“What have I become?” I whispered. Shacking up with a criminal. Doing unsanitary things in a baking environment. This wasn’t like me. “I’m not even wearing any underwear!”
― Maggie Evans, Hot for Hostage

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she whispered before clearing her throat. “These feelings we have for each other were so sudden, and the way we met was very… unique. But it doesn’t mean we should entertain this. I mean, how do we know we didn’t just get whisked away by the unexpected passion of a hostage situation?” My jaw threatened to crack with how tightly I clenched it. “Whisked?” “Yeah, whisked. Like… Like we’re a bowl of egg whites trying to be meringue, you know?” No, apparently, I didn’t know. Sadie sighed quietly. “It’s a lovely thought, but we’re not egg whites, Dav. And we’ll never be meringue.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it—wondering if I’d had a stroke—before putting it back. “Say that again in English.” “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last couple days have been like a fairy tale—well, one involving an alarming amount of blood. And instead of a princess in a tower, there was a man locked in a shed. But some time apart will give us a better perspective. For all we know, our feelings are the result of Stockholm and reverse Stockholm syndrome.” I closed my eyes. This girl would be the death of me.”
― Maggie Evans, Hot for Hostage

“Ileave her in the kitchen because if I stay even one second longer, I’m going to kiss her. I’m going to forget everything I promised myself I wouldn’t do, and I’m going to reach for her like she’s mine again, like her body wasn’t once a battlefield and her mouth hasn’t been stained by lies, and I’ll pull her into my lap and press her back against the counter and bury myself in the one place I’ve never stopped craving. And I can’t do that. Not yet. Not when the wound is still fresh and the trust still broken and the truth has only just begun to settle between us like dust we haven’t swept clean.”
― Lydia Hall, His Orders

“He fucks me like he’s feral, hips snapping hard, each thrust hitting so deep it knocks sound from my lungs.”
― Lydia Hall, His Orders

“I wanted Dominic Knight because he saw me. Me—a lonely, desperate, single mom who just wanted something in life to go right and for things to get easier for a change.”
― Sofia T. Summers, Daddy's Accidental Babies: An Age Gap, Secret Twins, Workplace Romance

“[Jasmine] Also you’re Ren in my phone now. [Jasmine] Is that too much? [Ren] No. I just maybe feel less horny and a lot more emotionally romantic. Tell me where to meet you while I gather my fucking heart.”
― Ajme Williams, Veiled Vows

“we’re hoping to get into distribution logistics and international shipments if things go well here.”
― Maya Nicole, Of Magic and Reindeer

“Ilike to think that Santa and I have a lot in common. First, there’s the breaking and entering. At this, we both have special skills, honed over time.”
― Lisa Unger, The Kill Clause

“I can’t relax until Damon and his pack are here. For some reason, a part of my soul is also missing them. My heart aches as I think about every one of them.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Zorin made me believe that all alphas had to mistreat their omegas to comply,” I whisper. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I have to say next. “When I met you guys, I thought you would be the same—flattering me to get me to stay with you, then abusing me once you had me marked.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“I think it’s time to leave, little omega,” Zorin mutters. The soft, controlled way he speaks sends goosebumps prickling across my skin. “I don’t want to mark you here in this dingy basement.” The thought of being marked by him and claimed forever makes me sick. I can’t believe I craved it years ago, and their acceptance of me. He hums as if in thought, then chuckles ominously in my ear. “Mhm hmph,” I try to scream, but his hand over my mouth blocks any noise from escaping. “I think I’ll take you somewhere nice and secluded where I can knot you, then mark you. That way, you’ll be thoroughly compliant to your true alpha.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“After Zorin snuck in through a hole in the fence, Gunnar increased security around the property tenfold. He wanted to ensure that nothing like that would happen again, especially with the threat of Aleks and Raul’s revenge still looming. We still don’t know exactly where they are, which makes me anxious.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“The day you came into my life changed me for the better. I didn’t know what I was missing until I found you. You are our omega, the mother of our pups, and the love of my life. I would be lost without you, and I can’t imagine going another day without making you mine. Will you marry me and my pack?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a beautiful ring. The band is platinum, with a huge square-cut diamond in the center, flanked on either side by sapphires. It’s stunning and sparkles brilliantly in the fading afternoon sun. “Yes,” I sob, happiness radiating from me in waves. “Of course, I’ll marry you! I love you so much!”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“We’ve been watching you for quite some time,” Raul says. “Your pups will belong to us after you give birth. You owe us that.” A sense of déjà vu passes over me so strongly that I feel like I might vomit. I can’t believe this is happening again. Raul and Aleks have always been cold and cruel, but seeing them again chills me to the bone. A pack isn’t supposed to be without a leader, so Zorin’s death must be affecting them negatively.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Paige looks over at me, then at Annabelle. “Holy shit. Lena. Are those guys—your mates—wolves?”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“The three alphas transform back into their human forms, naked as the day they were born. I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing at Annabelle and Paige’s expressions, but the alphas don’t notice. Max tenderly picks up one of his sons and Gunnar the other, cooing at them softly and kissing their tiny faces. “My beautiful, strong Lena,” Damon whispers, dropping to his knees to cup my face. His gaze is soft as he looks at me. “You’ve given me the most precious gift I could ever ask for.” He kisses me tenderly before picking up his daughters and holding them close to his chest. The sight makes my heart swell.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“One Year Later”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“My thoughts drift to just months ago when my family flew to D.C. after hearing about the birth of the quadruplets. I’d been terrified they’d judge me for disappearing, for the relationship with the three new alphas, and for the mess my life had become after Zorin.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“We’re halfway down the aisle now, and I can finally make out the expressions on my alphas’ faces. Damon’s dark eyes lock with mine through the veil, intense and possessive. To his right is Max, looking at me with pure adoration—his red curls catching fire in the sunset. Gunnar, stoic and powerful on Damon’s left, watches me with such hunger that my knees nearly buckle. “Oh god,” I whisper to Carmen. “They’re looking at me like they want to devour me right here.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Gunnar snakes an arm around my waist to pull me flush against his hard body while his other hand grips my jaw. His kiss is nothing short of filthy, open-mouthed and demanding, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in a blatant imitation of what he plans to do to me later. I whimper against his lips, my pussy clenching and throbbing in response.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“But the driver,” I whisper harshly. The beta driver stares straight ahead and suddenly rolls up the barrier between us. I blush even harder, knowing that the driver knows I’m about to get ravished by my alphas.”
― Layla Sparks, The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Josh was the Faceless Man. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did. The second he opened his apartment door, that certainty hit me like a punch to the gut. He’d already been near the top of my suspect list—I’d met him, he was good with computers, and he had the right body type—but seeing him in the flesh confirmed it.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“Aly groaned somewhere nearby. “What is that sound?” “I don’t know. I’ve gone blind,” I said, voice laced with panic. Fuck, that was the second time I’d forgotten to disguise it. “What?” she yelped, and the mattress shifted with her movement. “Help me,” I whimpered, Batman-style, and yes, it was just as pathetic as it sounds. “Oh my god,” she said with a shaky laugh. “You’re not blind. Your dumb baklava slid sideways.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“The woman was down for kinky sex, knew how I liked my coffee, and was more than willing to aid in the murder of a rapist. What had I done to get so lucky?”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“Was it the anonymity? The opportunity to don an alter ego like a second skin and become someone else entirely? That felt oddly fitting for Josh. He was like a soft dom—sweet in the streets and mean in the sheets. But, like, mean in the best way. Bossy and demanding and relentless, and oh, no, I was getting turned on within five feet of a fresh corpse.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“I’d learned over the past few nights what a furnace the man was, and I loved it. There was nothing like slipping beneath cool sheets and snuggling up to my own personal heater. Even though Josh ran hot, he was a cuddler—because of course he was—and the last two times we’d slept together, he’d draped his heavy limbs around me and pulled me tight against him.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out

“Excuse me? I’m sorry but you both need to leave the lavatory and return to your seats.”
― Rebel Bloom, My Ex-Best Men