Suspense Romance Quotes

Quotes tagged as "suspense-romance" (showing 1-30 of 55)
Christy Barritt
“Through the grace of God,I'm a victor not a victim.”
Christy Barritt, Distorted

Dianne Duvall
“I should definitely sleep in another room.”
“No,” she stated firmly. Before she could change her mind, she crossed to the bed, slipped beneath the covers, then looked at him expectantly.
“Where is Jax?” he asked, unmoving.
“Downstairs. He liked to sit on the ottoman at night and watch out the back window for raccoons and opossums. Why?”
“He’s the only chaperone available to us.”
Dianne Duvall, Awaken the Darkness

Meredith T. Taylor
“They are from another world, another way of life that somehow has merged with our own. These worlds are kept separate for the safety of everyone. " "And yet, I connect them." "You do.”
Meredith T. Taylor, Churning Waters

Jake Vander-Ark
“He smirked. “Decision time, pretty lady... back to reality?”
She touched his cheek. “Or down the rabbit hole?”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“She grappled his shoulder and pulled him closer; her nose in his neck and the memory-scent of her very first time; that sickly-sweet stench of day-old sweat and mall cologne... she wondered if he’d showered in the ten months since they last shared a bed.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Grace Willows
“Hayden McGregor glanced with contempt at the pitch-black road. “I do not fear the darkness. It fears me.” He dismissed the approaching gloom with a narrowed stare. His steel gray eyes holding it back with a contemptuous regard.”
Grace Willows, Not On My Watch

Cindy Skaggs
“Mick was always the right kind of dirty. Windblown, fresh off his bike, wrapped in tattoo and leather. Muscles all the hell over the place. The man was a serious piece of eye candy. Thinking about him losing the leather warmed the chill that had gripped her since the attack.”
Cindy Skaggs, Unstoppable

Susan Sleeman
“How many times do I need to say it? I. Don't. Need. Protection.”
Susan Sleeman, Web of Deceit

Jake Vander-Ark
“Trevor could almost see the invisible gas leaking from the broken furnace, billowing around his body, wafting in his wake from the laundry room to the living room, seeking out the nostrils of the realtor, the yuppies, the toddler, and every other goddamn trespasser before seeping into their bloodstream and infecting their cells until they dizzied, ached, barfed, and fell to the floor like a bunch of—
He caught himself.
He breathed through his nose.
He pushed away the hate, calmed the tornado strangling his gut, and thought of HER.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“Trevor climbed once again to the land of the living, naked except for an antique gas mask strapped to his face. As he peered through glass eyes like a mutant fly and breathed through the alien snoot, a single thought coiled through the booby-trapped labyrinth of his brain:
I need to be alone.
I need to be alone.
I need to be alone.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“The feeling was FEAR, she realized... but it was a new type of fear; more sincere than the jitters she felt when it rained and not as piercing as the terror of crashing cars. This fear was darker somehow... mysterious... curious like the retracted paws of an alley cat.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“Foreboding” might have been the appropriate word. “Dread.” The PROMISE of fear. It was tangible fear... smellable... the stale odor soaking into the dirt and lingering in the windless jungle of dead branches and train tracks to nowhere; lovelier than angst, kinder than panic.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“The scar rippled from the top of her bikini line down to her thigh. Where normal girls had hair, Ava had a quilt of mangled skin that required tweezers to de-fur. For ten months she tried joking about it (“Turns out sharks really CAN smell menstrual blood a mile away!”). She tried fixing it with a myriad of steroid injections and silicon gels. She even tried ignoring it. Her last hope was to confront it.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“New sounds rustled through her anti-depressant haze; a gentle reverberation from the heart of the home... another creek... another thunk... rapid clicking like the wings of a broken cricket. Then, raindrops on metal... the escalating blare of a car horn... the scream of wet tires and the clink clink clink of showering glass.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Jake Vander-Ark
“I’m pretty sure your house isn’t haunted,” he said.
She shrugged. “Part of me hopes you’re wrong.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Cindy Skaggs
“Leather and tattoos, they were his cover, and she wondered what she’d find when she unwrapped him.”
Cindy Skaggs, Unstoppable

Gina Salamon
“So let me ask you something. If you believe in the Devil, or ‘Satan’ as you call him, how do you think he goes about wreaking all this havoc?”
“Just like God goes about doing his thing, with help from all us pitiful souls.” When she gave him an odd look, he elaborated by saying, “God has angels, disciples and so forth. Satan has demons, cultists and whatnot.”
Gina Salamon, Visual Contact

Ashley Nikole
“Your father's last words were touching."
Elie's breath hitched. "You're lying."
"Why would I do that?" He reached into his vest and withdrew a silver chain. Dropping the piece into Ellie's hand, she realized what is was- her mother's ring, on the chain her dad always wore around his neck.
"Hold your gusto, darlin'," he drawled, breath hot on her neck. "I didn't kill him."
Ellie shook her head, staring at the ring. "How dare you?" she whispered.
Jutting her chin out, Ellie grasped the front of Terrence's shirt. "So help me God, I'll-"
"Making threats are we, now?" His brows raised in mock fear. "You're not in a place to be doing that." Open handed, Terrence shoved straight finger's into Ellie's ribs, sending her to the ground.
Pain zig-zagged through her torso, nearly making her vomit.
Ellie glared up at North as she willed the air back into her lungs. "I will never stop fighting," she wheezed as the room drifted out of focus then back again.
Terrence crouched next to her. "Just remember lover-boy the next time you think about getting in my way.”
Ashley Nikole, Present History

Fen Wilde
“I’m also suddenly all over the idea of lust. Previously, I had scoffed at it. Sure, I looked at people and could see they were hot, or sexy, or desirable. But it had all been in my head—it wasn’t a feeling in my body. It wasn’t a force of nature, taking my breath away. It wasn’t something that made me wonder if I could actually keep my body in check, keep it from hurling itself against someone, primal and hungry and out of control.”
Fen Wilde, Close

Cristin Harber
“I don’t know if these are last words or ones that I’ll remember.”
Cristin Harber, Delta: Ricochet

Ellie Masters
“What do I think of the newly discovered Van Gogh?" It was a load of crap, but Viv couldn't say that without Professor Phillips asking questions she couldn't answer.”
Ellie Masters, The Starling

Ashley Nikole
“Sarah was Ethan's dear little sister." He made a clicking noise with his tongue. "Poor woman." There was something akin to anguish in his voice. "I will always regret her."
Ellie grimaced in disgust "'Was'? Are you saying she's dead?"
Terrence nodded, and in the dark, her eyes were finally beginning to adjust so she could better see him. The sadness in his features spoke volumes.
So, he had one human bone in his body. He wasn't ALL divisive and wicked.
Too bad that didn't matter a load of poo to Ellie.”
Ashley Nikole, Present History

Gina Salamon
“Whispers of death crawled through her brain like insects swarming a feast. Murmurs of pain and torture sent shivers of dread down her spine. Gathering her courage, Alaina turned to face him.
“It all started with the attic . . .”
Gina Salamon, Sleepless

Susan Lodge
“There are some friendships you cannot slay, no matter how many times you wound each other.”
Susan Lodge, Captain Rockford's Reckoning

Natascha Hoiting
“Mijn hoofd snapt precies hoe het zit, waarom begrijpt mijn lichaam er dan niets van en voel ik deze ongewenste aantrekkingskracht? Deze vrouw is verboden voor mij.”
Natascha Hoiting, Sonata

Natascha Hoiting
“Net als in mijn tienertijd zuiver ik de haat in mijn ziel met de diepe, ontroerende klanken van Beethovens Moonlight Sonata. Na het spelen van dit stuk voel ik me rustiger. Meer in balans. Het is de muziek waar ik de pijn uit mijn jeugd in kwijt kan.”
Natascha Hoiting, Sonata

Natascha Hoiting
“Dieper dan nodig is drukt hij de vlijmscherpe punt in mijn vlees en snijdt een kruis. Het bloed sijpelt eruit, maar ik vertrek geen spier.”
Natascha Hoiting, Sonata

Natascha Hoiting
“Het is als een leven geleden dat ik die woorden tegen hem sprak, op een moment dat ik nog niet half wist hoe onvolmaakt die wereld daadwerkelijk was.”
Natascha Hoiting, Sonata

Natascha Hoiting
“Als je nu je ogen weer opent moet je eens om je heen kijken. Dit is waarom historie mij zo raakt. Het idee dat mensen deze zelfde ruimte honderden jaren geleden ook zo hebben gezien vind ik intrigerend. Uiteraard hangen er nu andere schilderijen en staan er geen authentieke meubels meer, maar de haard, het plafond en de ramen met de houten luiken zullen niet veel veranderd zijn. Wat zullen de mensen die het slot toen bezochten gedacht hebben? Waren ze gelukkig of hadden ze zorgen? Wat deed hun hart sneller kloppen?’ Haar ogen sprankelen. ‘Sorry, ik kan me hier helemaal in verliezen.”
Natascha Hoiting, Sonata

Natascha Hoiting
“Het negatieve zal altijd blijven bestaan, maar het positieve ook. Waarom zou je daarom je geluk verdringen in plaats van er tot het uiterste van te genieten. Om maar weer eens de woorden van Horatius aan te halen; carpe diem."
"Ik weet niet of mij dat ooit zal gaan lukken".
"Heb vertrouwen in de kracht die in je zit. Je bent sterker dan je denkt.”
Natascha Hoiting, Sonata

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