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“Everybody has scars, and every scar has a story. Especially the ones you don’t see. Those go deeper. And cause more damage.”
― Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire: Action Adventure, Romantic Suspense, Multicultural interracial

“I woan let you go back to that boy--not until you give me one bec doux." A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair.

"What are you doing?" I murmured.

"Souvenir." He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.”
― J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness

“I'm sorry," V'Aidan
"No, you're not." Erin
"No, I'm not, but I don't want you to be angry with me for it." V'Aidan
"You're evil." Erin”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dark Bites

“The road to success is paved with the hot asphalt of failure.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I can’t get enough of you,â€� he said. “You’re like oxygen. I crave you, I need you, I can’t live without you.â€� “Oxygen’s explosive,â€� I teased. “It most definitely is,â€� he said”
― j kenner

“Fear isn't what it appears to be,
it's a motivation that sets us free,
keep scratching, chewing and kicking me,
waiting for that moment in time to flee,
when it erupts in disbelief,
when it's exposed and we let it be,
without its hold it has no meaning.”
― Jess "Chief" Brynjulson, Highway Writings

“The iron may not be hot early if you want to wait for it to get heated; it will get hot if you strike it hardly! Strike it now!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Mulled wine is a wine that is heated and spiced and so should be your lover sometimes.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“Naturally I find you surrounded by warm clouds and billowing white cloths," Val drawled in her ear, making her jump.
She whirled to find him standing right behind her. He wore slate blue today, the color neatly severe on him, his curling golden hair clubbed neatly back, his azure eyes watching her alertly for any weakness.
Oh, God, he'd had his mouth on her most intimate parts last night. What had possessed her to let him do that? It was of she'd been in some sort of sensual dream. The hot bath, his words, his hands, his lips...
He smiled and she knew, she absolutely knew that he knew what she was thinking about.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Sin