Suspense Quotes

There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover, ’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.

The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb

A hard man is nice to find

break all the rules and you'll do just fine

What's your name? Or is that taboo?--Cinnamon, Hot, Deadly Desire

She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home.

He pulls me into the steel of his chest. In between kissing me, he whispers, “You don’t have to be jealous of them, you know. None of them hold a candle to you.

I shiver at the command. Why do I love the way he orders me around when I won’t stand the same from another man?

An image pops into my head of Gabriel Storm in my bed, his golden skin sheened with sweat while I ride him to paradise. Oh. My. God. Where did that come from? I’ve sworn to stay away from men.

His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch.

His lips follow a trail from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. As he nuzzles, he suckles, nips my skin before circling back to my mouth to taste me, ravage me, own me.

THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.

A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there’s a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.

Pride? What are you talking about?” “You wear your independence like a badge of honor. Bound and determined to allow no man to take care of you.

If he couldn’t appreciate the passion and beauty in you than that’s his shame, not yours.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

I’m quite certain offering to carry out a contract killing violates at least two of Emily Post’s etiquette rules.”--Sloane Barrett, Killer Curves

Bragging that you finished in two strokes. Just like a man.”--Sloane Barrett, Killer Curves

Don't think, Ember...just burn.

The tragedies of our past are the stepping stones for us to reach the happy endings of our tomorrows. Guilt is not going to help you become a better person. Acceptance will.

Always doubtful is the one who always looks for certainty.

Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.

What did he want? What did he mean he was in the right place?

Mackenzie glanced through the glass doors. It was dark outside, except for the dim light from the front entrance. A night breeze swooshed leaves throughout the parking lot.

Koji's mouth twitched in disgust. "Who are you people?" he asked, as he had before. "You're not..." But he didn't even dare say that dangerous word-- ninja.

I don’t know what else to say.""There is nothing else to say. A few minutes of words can’t change years of absurdity.

I always assumed it owed more to the fact that he didn't like me.

Why did you shoot him?""You weren't around, " I replied, my teeth gritted in pain. "If you'd been here I'd have shot you instead.

You can make a day of any size.

Random lines, Beyond the Darkness: "Playing 'tag, you're it' against a car is a bad idea.

We will grow old and die, eventually.Then I'll see you in Heaven.

Her lips were burning with the lies she spoke and yet, he longed to kiss the fire.

Like a consolation prize, the broken heart is often granted wisdom.

You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.But only when no one was watching.

I remember Chap saying Jesus was a lifeline. And I needed one. Had needed one for a long time, I guess. So I prayed for the first time in my life and let Jesus rescue my soul from the depths.

Trust Him in the Deep Waters! ~Jessica R. Patch author of Deep Waters.

She has done for me at last, Rachel my torment.

She was a femme fatale with creative license, and she was sharpening her pen just for me.

And suddenly, there were the shapes of many people lurking out of the woods, light glowing from their hands.

Her suspense was terrible.

My mistake was that I didn't kill you.

This wasn't the last of it. Now that Finia was carrying his baby, they would be together forever, whether she liked it or not.

How dare she not give in to his "vulnerability." There was only so much rejection he could take.

Finia glanced towards her bedroom, wishing the darkness would swallow her whole.

Reunion will come.

I wonder if my kidnappers know who my father was in Haiti, or if they know what powers they are dealing with.

Don't sit back and watch other people live out your dreams

I am a great husband because I am very afraid she may kill me

His youth was a wingless Dodo.

I guess we all have our own realities

The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.