Romantic Thriller Quotes
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Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.
She could live without her past. She was better off without her past. But Ian couldn’t live without his heart.
I think I've proved that I'm not to be trusted, " he said."Then why do I feel safer now that I have in my entire life?""Because you're just as screwed up as me.
I'll shower, then we can go. I smell like a zombie."Hell, if the undead looked like that, bring on the zombie apocalypse.
How do I say 'kiss me' in French?" she whispered."Embrasse moi."Oh yes, even that sounded better in French.
Pretending to him that she felt something would be easy. Pretending to herself that she didn't? That was a whole other story.
I should have tried getting blown up months ago if that's what it takes to get you to be nice to me.
He paused and looked up at her with the gleam of a predator in his gaze. She shivered at the intensity, more than happy to be his prey.
This thing I feel for you... I've never felt like this about anyone, Tegan.
Quickly, Ian learned the danger of holding her. Once he allowed his arm around her, letting her go was nearly impossible.
His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?
I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin.... She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.
He didn't want to take advantage of her? Fine, she'd take advantage of him.
Oh my God, you're such a guy!" "I'm glad you noticed." The glint in his dark eyes was purely wicked.
I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying.
You're not horribly terrible." He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?
Nothing can fix a broken heart except love. Love always repairs those fractures we get in our heart.
My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.
What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.
I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.
Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?
Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.
She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.
He'd made a decision today that he wasn't letting her push him out of his life again.
And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.
She would not have another man push her aside like some appetizer, there to wet his whistle only to be left once the main dish arrived.No more. She pushed her thumb into his throat a little harder.
What will your family think, me showing up on their doorstep with my suitcase in hand?""I'll carry your suitcase, " he said.
Gunfire cracked around them. “Just warning shots, ” he yelled. “How do you know?” “We’re not dead.
I’ve been waiting half an hour for you to wake up.” His voice was uneven and raspy. “Is that right?” she murmured.
Lillie woke to darkness an instant before a large warm hand clamped down over her mouth…
Love makes people do crazy things. And not feeling loved can bring people to the edge of madness.
He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice.
Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.” “Paul needs a woman, ” Ceelie said.