Trashy Romance Novel Quotes

“In my stories, I wrote Malcolm as fire and gold and power, but here in my arms, Colin is cedar, silver, and summer air.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“I’m taking it all in and I’m thinking about magic. Not the fairy tale kind of magic or the witchcraft you’d learn at Hogwarts, but the magic that we, as humans, typically tend to overlook. Because it’s everywhere. It exists in everything. It exists in books and in castles, in forests and in mountains. It guards secrets and guides spirits and reassures time and time again that there is more to our existence than we could ever hope to know.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“Tonight, Dunadhar Castle is ours.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“I haven’t even been here an hour and already, Edinburgh is the city of my dreams.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“After walking the Royal Mile, we visit Edinburgh Castle. Overlooking the city from the grassy hilltop of the Castle Rock, the fortress itself looks as though it has been carved from the very stone upon which it sits. It is powerful yet elegant, lavish yet wholly inviting to anyone fortunate enough to find themselves standing at the castle gate. These are doors and walls and windows that have seen kings and queens, saints and sinners, voyagers from all corners of the world. And now us.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“Okay, he’s hinting at something. I may not know a lot about men, but I do know something about dialogue. It’s the only thing my editors say I’m really good at. Because it’s fairly obvious I don’t excel at grammar. Or plausible storylines.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“There’s so much that I know I should tell him. I should tell him that I’m not afraid of words. Most of them, anyway. I’m not afraid of rumors or even criticism. When you write trashy romance, criticism is all but guaranteed.
It’s betrayal that I fear. The kind that can utterly break your heart, your spirit, your ability to trust, your ability to love... And perhaps worst of all, your ability to love yourself. Because when that betrayal happens, you feel small and stupid and worthless. You’re not a person, you’re a plaything; one of little value.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“You know... It’s been a long time since I’ve been that nervous.”
“You were nervous?” I ask. “Why?”
“I’m making love to a romance author,” he explains with a grin. “Your standards are high.”
“My standards are fictional.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“I can’t believe you’re afraid of ghosts.”
“Really? I’m afraid of everything: ghosts, germs, vulnerability, the dark, Slender Man, public speaking, earwigs...”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“Is this one of those bizarre instances where someone stepped on a bug and accidentally rewove the tapestry of fate? Because I'm pretty sure if the universe were in any sort of proper alignment, I would not have ended up in Colin Ward's arms in a hotel room in Inverness.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“I was supposed to earn my doctorate, become a literature professor, settle down with a nice, normal husband and raise a nice, normal family. But someone somewhere absolutely obliterated the beetle that was supposed to keep the space-time continuum in check. Now I’m living in this strange butterfly-effect alternate universe where I write dirty books and hook up with movie stars.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“Colin Ward’s character Rigsley is King Malcolm’s evil advisor. Part of what makes him such a douchebag is the way he acts like he has the best intentions at heart while in reality, he knows precisely how hurtful he’s being. The problem with Colin Ward playing him is that no one is supposed is supposed to find Rigsley even remotely attractive. I abhor Rigsley. I wrote him to be abhorred. And yet I guarantee you now, thanks to whoever decided to cast Colin Ward, fans are going to start fawning over Rigsley and writing trashy romance fanfiction about him. And that’s just... ugh. Gross.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“I love you. I used to go out of my way to avoid saying that. I’d make excuses, I’d change the subject, I’d do anything to spare myself from having to speak those words. Now they seem to be the only words I’m sure of. The only ones that make any sense to me. And no matter how many times I tell you, I don’t think it will ever be enough.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“I’m looking down at the shadow of a mountain. Usually, I’m standing in the shadow, completely consumed by it. But right here? Right now? I’m part of that shadow.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“When I was collaborating with my fellow screenwriters, Sarah and Cody, we debated throwing in a lust arc between Rigsley and Annette. Of course, no such lust exists in the book, but after Colin was cast as Rigsley, Cody suggested it might be hot to have him hook up with Annette. Not out of love, but out of disdain and anger. And passion. A lot of passion. The idea behind it was that perhaps the reason Rigsley was so horrible to Annette was that he was in love with her and he was jealous that she had married Malcolm instead of him. At the end of the day, that idea was scratched because neither Sarah nor I wanted to perpetuate the emotional-and-mental-abuse-is-romantic-if-the-guy-is-hot-and-in-love-with-you trope.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Well, apparently I like bad boys so...”
“Former bad boy. I’m a lot more well-behaved these days.”
“He said after breaking into a centuries-old castle.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“As a romance author, I’m supposed to know how to make love out of words, and maybe once, I thought I did. After tonight, however, I don’t think I would know where to begin. It’s easy to fill a page with saccharine dialogue and pretty similes. Yet now it seems that every word of every page I’ve ever written falls terribly and tragically short.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“In fiction, a declaration of love is often a grand affair, or at least a soliloquy full of lines that will more than likely end up on Pinterest boards of inspirational quotes. When Malcolm professes his love to Corrine, he says, “From the moment I awoke, I thought only of you. Of the golden softness of your hair, the smell of roses on your skin, the shades of starlight in your eyes. I’m used to spending my days preoccupied with matters so dull and dreary that I begin to envy the lark who perches outside my window and taunts me with his mirthful song. Yet today, I found myself singing along, enraptured by the memory of your warmth and the promise of your kiss. You have brought me to life, Corrine, at a time I thought that life had nothing more to offer me. And I love you. I love you.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“Colin’s simple declaration, uttered softly in the quiet of night, isn’t one for the storybooks or the silver screen, but I wouldn’t rewrite it for the world. Because he’s the one who spoke it.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel

“This is why no one should ever have to be the third wheel at a morning-after breakfast. You're either ignored by the happy couple or worse, they try to engage you in awkward small talk to make sure you feel loved and included even though everyone is well aware that no, you did not have as good a time as they did last night.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel