I’d love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.

He’d promised her forever, but now that there was another option, would he want to take it? He’d said not, but Bessina had butterflies taking up residence in her stomach at the thought. She had...

If you want to hit me, scratch me, punch me, I’ll take it. If you want to yank my hair, spit on me, kick me, I’ll endure it. I deserve to be punished. Leave your...

Here’s the thing about falling for someone who’s already given up; there’s no promise of tomorrow. There aren’t any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every...

Your lips are the only stimulant I need.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made...

I’m making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I’m screwing women I have no business screwing. I’m pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It’s like the Bermuda...

New Adult is a label that is condescending to readers and authors alike. It implies that the books act as training wheels between Young Adult and Adult. For the New Adult books that are particularly...

Katie, when I saw you again, there was nothing I wanted to do more than stand by your side for the rest of my life.

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.

Well if it isn’t little miss ‘Call Me Maybe’ back from the dead.

I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?

If you’re around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don’t hold back.

I sort of figured we’d be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier.

I don’t want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

He made me feel wanted – good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.

You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.

You know I’m always ready to indulge your fantasies.

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron...

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.

I promise to keep my hands to myself. I’m too exhausted to make a move on you.

The dining hall in our section of campus was like something out of an Ayn Rand novel: big, utilitarian, and impersonal.

Chemistry’s a tricky thing, and if I’m not feeling it, I’m not gonna pretend.

He thinks he’s comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he’s the one who’s breaking my heart.

My heart was divided for so long. Now I’m able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.

What are you doing to me, Elvis?” she asks, looking troubled.

What is it about guys named Adam?

Last night I dreamt Moses and I were rowing underwater.We could breathe and talk to one another.We rowed past schools of fish and sea anemones and Moses named them for me.”—Jules Finn

Have sex with Adam? I’d rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.

It’s in the past. I can’t control what they did, only how I react to it. I’m not going to change who I am because of what some jack offs think of me.

He is who he is, but it’s not enough for me. I want more. I don’t want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.

The way to Braden’s heart is through his dick. It’s just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl’s legs.

I don’t know? Maybe because we had sex.

But the moment I saw you, I knew there was something more. There was something behind those big, beautiful brown eyes that I had to get to know, and, damn girl you’ve kept me in...