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“Lateness is a trait of disrespect and it gives the person waiting for you time to think about your other shortcomings.”
― Carian Cole, Torn

“I'm just waiting for the one that makes me feel like forever wouldn't be long enough.”
― Carian Cole, Torn

“I don't know," I admit. "I guess I'm just nervous about graduating and things changing. And I've had a shit week with the kids at school calling me a slutty prude." "Slutty prude?" He repeats. "How is that even a thing?" I throw my hands up. "I have no idea! Leave it to me to create some new form of loser. It's been total hell.”
― Carian Cole, Torn

“I'm tired of the fight. I'm lonely. I want to play.”
― Carian Cole, Torn

“Did you forget?" I ask playfully, leaning a little closer to him, his hand on my neck pulling me forward, gently coaxing me even closer. "You're the man I'm going to marry someday.”
― Carian Cole, Torn

“You don’t get to set me on fire and leave me like a pile of ashes.”
― Nina G. Jones, Debt

“Because as soon as I leave after having you, I want you again. And then even when I have that, it’s not enough. When I see another man look at you the way I do, I want to kill him. I want to swallow you. I want to consume you. I want to possess you. I want you.”
― Nina G. Jones, Debt

“This man is my stalker, my terrorizer, my lover.”
― Nina G. Jones, Debt

“You need to have mercy on me, baby," his tone turned slightly threatening, "before I snap."

"I told you to stay the fuck away from him. I told you not to let him touch you. I told you not to let him kiss you. Did he fuckin' kiss you again? You let him fucking touch you again?"

"Am i gonna have to beat the shit out o' him? Is that what it's gonna take?"

"He can't fuck you, Elaina." His hands released her wrists and dropped down until his arms encircled her waist completely. He hugged her to him, running his hands up and down her back. "I get that you're too young for me. I can't have you yet." His hands clenched tight in pure possession. "But baby, you need to take care. You belong to me--" She jerked in his arms and caught him off guard. "I don't belong to you---" His head whipped up to glare at her face and his hand grabbed her chin and lifted it. "You're gonna fckin' belong to me. Just as soon as you get grown, I've told you before. But you need to take care, protect what's mine, or all bets are off and I'll move in now. Your choice. I'll give you time and space but you gotta promise. Nobody fucks you. Now. Promise Now.”
― Lynda Chance, Staking His Claim

“You can't keep working here. It's not safe for you anymore." His words were flat, spoken as if they pained him. "Not safe?" Her eyes were glued to him, but there was no alarm for her safety in her voice.
"You're seventeen now, Becky." Irritation laced his words. His arms crossed in front of his chest. He leaned back against the table, one booted foot across the other. "You're not a young girl anymore. You can't keep coming here, being alone with me."
"You won't--you won't hurt me. You're the sheriff." Distress slid through her. She had to keep coming here. It was the only way she could see him every day. The only way she had of taking care of him, being with him. Her hands rubbed down her apron in turbulence. The sliding movement pulled her apron and dress down. The material of her bodice tightened next to the soft curves of her breasts. Her breathing was palpable.

"I didn't say I would hurt you, sweetheart.”
― Lynda Chance, The Sheriff and the Innocent Housekeeper

“Another pair of cop cars heads over the hill. “You just drive nice, okay?”
“Nicely,” she snaps.
“What?”
“Drive nicely, that’s how you say it. Not drive nice.”
Oh God. Nicely. Correcting my grammar even at gunpoint. I’m so fucking hot for her, I think I might burst into flames.”
― Annika Martin, Prisoner

“I know how it feels when your stomach hurts like it’s trying to eat itself. I know what it’s like to fight with a grown-up and lose.”
― Annika Martin, Prisoner

“Her eyes flash at me. “Fuck you,” she says. “Are you offering?”
― Annika Martin, Prisoner

“Most people never have to find out what kind of shit they’re really capable of. Most people don’t have to turn themselves into something they hate just to make sure they can get that next breath.”
― Annika Martin, Prisoner

“Two long years without a woman’s touch. I’d be mad with lust for any woman.”
― Annika Martin, Prisoner

“But that’s just sex, and I figured out a long time ago not to trust my own body. Stimulation. Physical reaction. It can be anyone rubbing me, fucking me, and as long as they do it the right way, I’ll orgasm. That doesn’t mean I won’t kill them.”
― Annika Martin, Prisoner

“That’s right,” he breathed, still tipping me over. “Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking cock, Chloe. You’ve wanted this. Fucking claim it.”
― Shanora Williams, Tainted Black

“Knowing that I was the one to take you first will make me want to fuck you every time I set eyes on you now.”
― Shanora Williams, Tainted Black

“Toren can't make me feel that way. He's old. Okay, not old, but way older than me. He's practically family. He freakin' babysat me. He's been to all my birthday parties and all my school events. He's taken care of me when I was sick. He taught me how to ride a bicycle. He held me when I cried for my mom. He knows all my secrets and dreams. He's... ... everything.”
― Carian Cole, Torn

“Who sleeps in my bed at night?”
I buried my nose in his neck and mumbled, “I do.”
“You do,” he confirmed. “And who makes me smile?”
“I smiled against the stubble on his throat. “Me.”
“Exactly.” He turned to kiss my cheek. “No one else. It’s you. It’s always been you.” He spoke softly, “I just needed to find you. Now that I have you, I won’t be letting you go. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, feeling my jealousy slip away.”
― Belle Aurora, Lev

“If you call me sweetheart, do I get to call you something, ah, special, too?”
“I’m not one for nicknames. What did you have in mind?”
“Something simple.”
I could live with that. “Like?”
“Dick,” she stated with a straight face.
“No.”
“Why not? It’s a short form of your name, and it, ah, suits you, on so many levels.”
― Melanie Moreland, The Contract

“I hope I'm not a vegetarian..." her voice trailed off as she burst into laughter. I had to join in her merriment. Lifting up my glass, I toasted her. "Here's to hoping you're not an alcoholic either.”
― Melanie Moreland, Into the Storm

“I don't know," I stuttered, "Do you love me?"
His gaze was so intent the entire world seemed to stop. "You tell me. I never stop thinking about you. I worry about you all the time. Every beautiful thing I see reminds me of you. I can't finish my practices in Colorado with out wishing you were around," he said in a steady tone. "You tell me what I feel.”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“Vanessa…” He trailed off with a frown.

The next three sentences we shared between the two of us were going to be the last thing I thought about when I went to bed later that night.

“You’ve been with me for two years, but I figure I’m barely beginning to understand,” the big guy claimed, his expression solemn.

“Understand what?”

“I should probably be scared of you.”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“I KNEW I was a mess. Unhinged and hanging on the precipice of becoming someone who was beyond any kind of redemption. I teetered on the brink of making bad choices every moment I was awake, but somehow, some way, I always managed to keep myself from going completely over.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“She offered me her free hand, and for a second all I could picture was grabbing it and pulling her under with me, letting the water cover us both and take us somewhere we would both rather be.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“leaving me alone so I could discreetly sniff under my arm. I made a face and dropped my arm when I caught a whiff of the less-than-pleasant odor. I smelled like a drunk. I smelled like a bum. I smelled like bad choices and regret.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“What if all of this is self-medicating gone horribly wrong? What if he got in too deep because the hole he was digging for himself never bottomed out . . . until he bottomed out?”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“If you think about it, love and hate really aren’t that much different when you got right down to it. Both make you crazy. Both make you do things you never thought you would ever do, and both were so, so easy to get lost in.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“You should take the time to find something real that interests you, Cable. You should find the thing that keeps your mind occupied and soothes you when all those cravings and demons rise to the surface. If you have something that matters to focus on, then it won’t be as easy for your bad habits to clamor for your free time.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered