Romantic Thriller Quotes

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

I don't want you to think about anyone in your past. No now, not ever again. You deserved a hell of a lot more than any of those bastards gave you."t"If it helps," she said with a faint smile, "I killed most of them.

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, his breath warm against her face, his spicy scent a total aphrodisiac. As he kissed a hot path along her jawline, she raked her fingers down his back. Whatever he had in mind, she was game.

Grant pressed his back against the outside wall of the turquoise and white two-story home he and a team of Miami PD officers were about to storm. On the surface the place fit in perfectly into the upper middle class neighborhood. On the inside, however, it was a fully functioning cocaine lab.

He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice.

He didn't want to take advantage of her? Fine, she'd take advantage of him.

Not today. Not sitting next to Quinn who was semi-casual in black slacks and a gray sweater pushed up to his muscular forearms. Seriously, why did forearms have to be so sexy?Why did he have to be so sexy? And why did she have the ridiculous urge to reach out and stroke his… sweater. She just wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.Right.

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I feel like I'm twenty again.

Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.”t“Paul needs a woman,” Ceelie said.

Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away.tAww! Ick!tShe manically brushed her shoulder with her free hand, every inch of her covered in goose bumps.t"When running from people who're trying to kill you," Walker advised as he kept dragging her, "it's better to stay quiet. Generally speaking.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

She could live without her past. She was better off without her past. But Ian couldn’t live without his heart.

Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.

I’m quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.

Quickly, Ian learned the danger of holding her. Once he allowed his arm around her, letting her go was nearly impossible.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed.tBut when Daniela came in, she wasn’t wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she’d been painted with diamonds.t“Christ,” he breathed.

I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.