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

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?

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...

You shouldn’t touch a man like that in the morning,’’ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.

I was seventeen all over again, falling into intrigue with the boy who was an exquisite contradiction.

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

One night of sin with Jack. No commitment. No promises. Just hot, sweaty, headboard-banging sex.Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Locations 828-829).

I had a feeling that Ben Lancaster had just tattooed himself onto my soul and the thing about tattoos? They were painful to remove.

The day I met you is the day by which all others will be measured. — Levi Ian Bryson

So completely stunned by the force of that smile, Sam found himself helpless to do anything but watch as she quickly closed the gap between them. Her hands reached up to grasp his chin, and...

The best things in life are crazy.

I sometimes wondered if you had a heart.” – Summer, Perfect Summer

You ruined me.

He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too much pressure. When his lips pressed against the pulse at the...

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

My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you…

We’ve entered dangerous territory. You can’t kiss someone with so much emotion if you’re preparing to walk away. Alarms ring through my head, too loud and too obvious to be ignored. There are way too...

Take a table and I’ll join you in a second.’’When he walked away I did something I couldn’t be scolded for doing.I checked out his ass in his jeans and…that looked good.

It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.

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

His lips touched mine and I lost my breath. Everything slipped away until there was only him. – Natasha

Being with Demetri wasn’t the absence of pain, it was the added presence of peace, making it easier and easier for that little part of my heart to heal again.–From Pull: A Seaside Novel

I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something,anything, other than his beauty. Or his body. A body I want pressed against mine, limbs and tongues twisted and tangled, our flesh...

With you, there’s always music.

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with...

I know that whatever you decide, you’ll be happy, Summer, and that is the only thing I could ever wish. Whatever happens in the rest of this summer, whatever happens the rest of your life,...

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I’d be a fuck up, that I’d be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew...

Funny, that’s what I was thinking, too,” he said, looking directly at me.

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

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

You are my star in this dark, dark world that we inhabit.

Don’t see me as a girl. See me as a buddy of yours or something.”He cast his eyes downward and didn’t look back up to my face. I looked down and groaned. Such a guy....

Maybe that was why another part of me–a very small part–had wanted to kiss Wallace then. Both sides of his mouth, between his brows, and every other place those stupid worry lines marred his expression....

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

My pulses quicken. The thunderous sound of my heart beating fills my eardrums. I’m jealous of a dead girl. Why? Because I think I’m in love with her boyfriend.

uh, yeah, I love…worms” Classic. Someone should record the gold that flows from my mouth.

What if I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right and we went crashing into those mist-shrouded trees? Hell, Jane’s hunkload of men would probably appear from nowhere to rescue us, throwing themselves in...

Every single minute of the day I want to kiss you. The fact that I’ve been able to mostly hold myself back is a miracle. You have no idea how hard I’ve had to work...

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my...

You just gotta love someone with full force, even if it hurts you. Even if you end up regretting it, at least you gave it your all.

All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip...

Or three. Or four,” I added.

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

Our eyes met and locked as the song came to a halt, followed by a screaming conclusion from the crowd, girls around us pressing me into the stage, forcing all the air out of my...

Hay veces en las que alguien confía lo suficiente en ti como para contarte sus secretos y eso hace que sea más fácil confiar en él.

Lacing my fingers through his, I studied them. His fingers were so much longer than mine, and I envisioned what those fingers could do. And how long they would take to do it before they...

Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.

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.

Hearts aren’t as smart as heads. Ain’t that the truth?

In a typical college romance novel, he’d be a gorgeous but troubled sex god who’d cure all my deep-seated psych issues with a good hard fuck. I’d smell his misogyny and abusive tendencies from miles...