#chicklit

If you also thinks it means I wake up every morning wondering what I did to deserve having you back in my life, well, you'd be right about that too. ↗

— Julie James

#julie-james #romance #life

Don’t steal anymore hearts,” he told me. “You’ve already got mine. ↗

— Shana Norris

#love #love

It felt like I had a thousand packs of Strawberry Pop Rocks simultaneously detonating in my chest, and I dilated at least eight centimeters! ↗

— Piper Faust

#humor-relationships #southern-fiction #relationship

What's wrong with you? I asked myself. You are a happy person. You are an upbeat sort of person. Men smile at you on the subway, women ask you what shampoo you use. Cheer up for Christ's sake, I told myself, relax, you're fine, be happy, Girl. When I talk to myself I call myself Girl. ↗

— Jennifer Belle

#humor #optimism #humor

Never let a boy know you’re crazy about him. He’ll lose interest, and then you’ll be a loser. - Molly Packer’s Rules to Getting Any Guy You Want ↗

— Hailey Abbott

#romance #young-adult #young-adult

You see, there is a major downfall to living in a tourist town. You guessed it, the constant turnover of new people. You cannot really connect with anyone because no one is ever here for more than two weeks every year, if they comeback at all. The intruders never thought about what happens once they leave. ~ Stella ↗

— Michele Richard

#coming-of-age #military #pregnancy #romance-novels #young-adult-fiction

If I weren't so screwed up, I would've sold my soul a long time ago for a handsome man who made me feel pretty or who could at least treat me to a Millionaire's Martini. Instead I lingered over a watered down Sparkling Apple and felt sorry about what I was about to do to the blue-eyed bartender standing in front of me. Although I shouldn’t, after all, I am a bail recovery agent. It's my job to get my skip, no matter the cost.If I weren't so screwed up, I would've sold my soul a long time ago for a handsome man who made me feel pretty or who could at least treat me to a Millionaire's Martini. Instead I lingered over a watered down Sparkling Apple and felt sorry about what I was about to do to the blue-eyed bartender standing in front of me. Although I shouldn't, after all, I am a bail recovery agent. It's my job to get my skip, no matter the cost. Yet, I had been wondering lately. What was this job costing me? Yet, I had been wondering lately. What was this job costing me? ↗

— Miranda Parker

#chicklit #family-drama #mystery-suspense #romantic-suspense #southern-authors