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“I fell in love with you a little bit, in that stupid way where you completely make up a fictional version of the person you’re looking at and fall in love with that person.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“But it’s the guy on her right who robs Ade of breath.”
― G.T. Dípè, Runnin' No More

“Letting go of my hand, he reached up to touch my face, thumb brushing across the line Vragi’s knife had left on my cheek. “Where is your husband?" What makes you think I’m wed?â€� I demanded, but he only turned and walked up the slope, ­toward a horse I hadn’t even been aware was tied to a tree. He pulled on a shirt before glancing back at me. “Your ring. Now, where might I find him?â€� Instinctively I tucked my hand, which bore a plain silver band, into the folds of my skirts. “Why do you wish to know where he is?â€�
"Because I’m going to kill him. I’m going to make you a free woman so that you can bed me with no concerns for propriety,â€� he answered, tightening the girth before swinging onto the tall animal’s back. “What other reason could there be?”
― Danielle L. Jensen, A Fate Inked in Blood

“Your laughter is the echo of joy in the halls of my heart.”
― Rendi Ansyah, Beyond the Bouquet: A Symphony of Love in Fifty Movements

“Come again?" He turned and looked at her from under his hat.

"You called me madam." Her cheeks turned pink from more than the sun. "But I’m not married."

To her immense surprise, the American finally raised his hat and smiled, hitting her with green, green eyes and a beautiful flash of white teeth against his dark beard.

She heated unexpectedly, grappling with a surge of instantaneous recognition. This was it. The face of every man she’d ever read about that made her heart skip� princes and pirates and heroes, both dashing and dastardly. She hadn’t realized until she turned into a human candlewick: that’s what they all looked like.

"Well, thank you very much, Miss."

"What� are you thanking me for?" Her voice sounded strange to her ears.

He tipped his hat. "The first good news I’ve had since I arrived in London.”
― Erin Langston, The Finest Print

“I do see the pockets of light.

Then why do you insist on staying in the darkness?”
― Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

“The rational part of my brain understands that everything is random. There are a million possibilities in the universe. Us meeting is just one of those possibilities, and just as meaningless.

The thing is, though, I can't imagine a world that didn't bring us together. We were meant to be.”
― Sophie Kinsella, I Owe You One

“Two silhouettes blocked out the hard sun. The shapes came into focus as my vision adjusted to the light. One of them revealed itself to be a longboard. The other, the smoking-hot, dripping-wet guy who’d surfed it.”
― Jessica Parra , Rubi Ramos's Recipe for Success

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He kept his hand on the bear. “It’s silly. The bear’s name.�
“Why is that?� I kept my voice low and calm.
“All my bears are berries. So, like, there’s Blueberry and Boysenberry and Raspberry and Roddenberry.�
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“Um, you know, the creator of Star Trek.”
― Wendy Rathbone, Little Boy Mine

“He was the most perfect male she had ever laid eyes on. This male was the promise of sin and darkness. He cocked his head as they appraised each other, and Harper felt as though she stared down the jaws of a wolf.”
― Meg Cowley, Heart of Dragons

“The moment our eyes met, it was as if the universe conspired to bring two kindred souls together.”
― Rendi Ansyah, Beyond the Bouquet: A Symphony of Love in Fifty Movements

“My shoulder brushes his, and tingles tiptoe down my arm and into my fingertips.”
― Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

“His gentle handshake warms me like an old comfortable coat.”
― Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

“My head feels funny, and I have this sense that something is chasing me but I don't know what.”
― Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

“I wonder how many times we've passed each other in our city of millions.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“I’m sorry to disturb your mid-afternoon mattress dance, but I have to ask you to try to control the volume.”
― Mindy Michele, The Archer and His Rosebud

“Inside the white screen of the mosquito net, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the windows, she felt as if she were in her own little oasis. Isolated from the rest of the world and its hostility. Although she could barely see past the bright, sunlit cloth, a movement in the shadows behind the net caught her eye. She frowned, straining her eyes to see what it was when, slowly, the net parted to reveal a gigantic figure. The light shone on his body and face to reveal what turned out to be a dark-eyed, broad-shouldered man.

A strange feeling was born in Bianca’s chest. A mixture of panic and embarrassment left her body in the shape of a scream. With no clear thoughts in mind, she yelled for someone to help her, until it dawned on her that she was in an unfamiliar apartment, in a town where no one knew about her, and where there was no one who could help her. She was alone, and the pervert in front of her undoubtedly wanted to take advantage of the situation. Stopping just enough to breathe and continue screaming, she got on her knees in the bed and kept on yelling at him, who then seemed to fall off whatever disgusting trance he was, and took a surprised step back. His fingers, still tangled in the mosquito net, ripped the fabric from the ceiling, exposing her further.

Bianca knew she was on her own. She could not count on anyone else to save her. When that realization hit, an unknown instinct made its way inside her and all the accumulated frustration caused by the situation with the paparazzi, the betrayal of her husband and losing her company concentrated inside her like a laser to focus on a single aim: the man in front of her. Feeling powerful, she grabbed the sheet tight around her with one arm to cover the front of her body, set one foot on the ground, and grabbed the closest thing to her: the purse. Her screams, which initially were meant to ask for help, transformed into a sound of pure rage.

Without taking her eyes off him, Bianca reached into her bag and threw everything she found inside it: a phone, an agenda, a bottle of water, a lipstick, a tissue, the box of condoms, a book. Even a small toiletry bag. When the bag was empty, she used it as a projectile too.”
― Sienna Mercier, The Woman In The Red Dress

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― Bella Michaels, Meet, Play, Love

“Mia franziu o cenho e dirigiu-se para seu apartamento, mas ficou imóvel. A porta de Alex estava aberta. Como se esperasse por ela. Não tinha como não vê-la.

Mia, preparada e com as chaves na mão, moveu-se devagar e destrancou a porta. Não foi rápida o suficiente.

Alex apareceu na sua sala, frente a frente com ela, e mostrou mais um daqueles sorrisinhos tortos � desta vez com a maior presunção e sarcasmo já vistos num ser humano. Ele não precisou dizer nada porque seu semblante já dizia tudo: “Você não devia ter feito isso�.

Alex usou o controle remoto e apertou um botão. A música cresceu e cresceu conforme Mia se encolhia no próprio casulo da vergonha.

Britney Spears cantou “Você me deixa louca, eu não consigo dormir�.

Eu te entendo, Britney, pensou e entrou rapidamente em casa.”
― Lívia S. Medeiros, Mia Jones Não Ama Ninguém

“The sight of him causes my knees to buckle, and I struggle to keep from spilling my coffee all over myself.
He pauses just inside to watch me grapple for balance and has the audacity to clap when I win, remaining upright and dry.”
― Jessika Klide, Wrong Bride, Right Wife: An Arranged Marriage Romance Novel

“But I’m a deer caught in the headlights after being nailed by a car because his smile blinds me momentarily stupid. It’s not necessarily bright, nor perfectly straight, but it’s so open and it shines a high beam on the most closed-off parts of myself.”
― Nikki Lang, One Night in Nashville

“Their gazes locked, and she could not look away. Violet eyes set under dark brows challenged her. For an instant, they seemed familiar, and then the feeling passed as her blood carried the threat of this male singing through her veins. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was no longer the sound of the arrows, but her own heart pounding as the swirling rush inside her spiked with fear.”
― Meg Cowley

“Come again?' He turned and looked at her from under his hat.

'You called me madam.' Her cheeks turned pink from more than the sun. 'But I’m not married.'

To her immense surprise, the American finally raised his hat and smiled, hitting her with green, green eyes and a beautiful flash of white teeth against his dark beard.

She heated unexpectedly, grappling with a surge of instantaneous recognition. This was it. The face of every man she’d ever read about that made her heart skip� princes and pirates and heroes, both dashing and dastardly. She hadn’t realized until she turned into a human candlewick: that’s what they all looked like.
'Well, thank you very much, Miss.'

'What� are you thanking me for?' Her voice sounded strange to her ears.

He tipped his hat. 'The first good news I’ve had since I arrived in London.”
― Erin Langston, The Finest Print

“Then Dina heard a familiar meow, and she pushed past a family of four to find Heebie contentedly licking her paws and resting in the arms of a tall dark-haired man who was studiously tickling her under her chin.
"Heebie, what are you---" she began to say, but her thoughts dissipated as the man looked up. It was the same man from the café, with his strong nose and lopsided smile. The man she had so easily fallen into conversation with; the man who had taken her breath away.
His eyes widened as he recognized her.
"Hello again," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "Is this cat yours?" Heebie's purr switch was turned up to maximum; she clearly liked this guy. And she generally wasn't a fan of men, so that was saying something.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“And then something truly miraculous happened to her in life.

Two hands planted themselves hard and strong on her hips. She turned and saw a girl. A bright and shining, shooting star of a girl.”
― Jandy Nelson, When the World Tips Over

“Our relationship had been fast, hot, and reckless. Passion-filled, like a pot of pelau bubbling over the fire â€� rich, wild, and spicy.”
― Scarlet Ibis James, Scarlet Counterpoints: Stories Beyond First Glance

“He glared, only to lose his breath. Eyes dark, she peered at him from within the shadow of a tan Stetson.”
― KyLee Woodley, The Bandit's Redemption

“Hating that he felt like a school boy, he frowned at her, only to find that when she met his gaze it was briefly. Every time she wound the cloths around his head, the air between them warmed.”
― KyLee Woodley, The Bandit's Redemption

“There was a movement to his left. His gaze landed on a woman slumbering on the sofa not a foot from where he knelt. His blood chilled with the shock, freezing him in his place. Brown curls cascaded across the upholstery. He could make out her gently sloped nose and lips. She was beautiful.”
― KyLee Woodley, The Bounty Hunter's Surrender

“Sometimes, the greatest love stories begin with a simple hello.”
― Rendi Ansyah, Beyond the Bouquet: A Symphony of Love in Fifty Movements