#mal

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #kiss #paranormal-romance #romance #selfish

If people were Superior to Animals, they'd take better care of the world ↗

— Benjamin Hoff

#humor-inspirational #inspirational-life #inspirational

Seth: "I write of love in my novels, write of it well, if my critics and fans are to be believed, but in all of my years at that typewriter, I never found the combination of words that would convey how I felt about you. You were my everything. ↗

— Lissa Bryan

#haunted #hostwriter #paranormal-romance #romance-novels #love

Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go to a bookshop without making the front page. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#fame #harry-potter #jealousy #jealousy

Alphole heroes are just domineering assholes disguising themselves as alpha males. Real alpha males don't need to be assholes. ↗

— Sarah Wendell

#love

He shouldn't be inclined. Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her. ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#ty-garrison #love

Where Destiny sets its path, Fate shall follow...: ↗

— Deborah Ann

#fate #first-love #paranormal-romance-series #soul-mates #young-adult-romance

He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true. ↗

— Jake Christie

#love

But in that moment, I didn’t want to be trusted. I wanted something far more primal. I stretched up on my tiptoes and leaned in. I closed my eyes as his scent overcame me. When his lips touched mine it felt as if he’d caressed them with a feather. It was all I could do not to wrap myself around him and do things I’d never really thought about doing before. ↗

— Sara Hubbard

#high-school #mystery #paranormal-romance #paranormal-ya #romance

The sea was my first home...Now that I had nowhere else to go, this was the last place I felt safe. ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#mythology-fiction #paranormal-romance #romance-love #sea-stories #love