Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes

It's hard to believe it's already July. The summer has heated up and like the weather, I've got some hot reads for you this month.

The books I feature are from authors who were not afraid to be soulful, sappy, and/or suggestive when it came to their heroes. So, grab a seat, and pick up a pen and paper (or fire up your eReaders) so you can add these to your TBR collection.

Happy reading!

She heard the reassurance in his voice, but she learned long ago not to trust anyone, especially a man lurking about her window during the blackest hours of night. "If you wish to speak with me, then you must go through Messer Lorenzo. He is my guardian." She took another step and laid her hand on the sill. Call the guards, her inner voice told her, but her curiosity stilled her tongue. She'd thought of little else over the past two days since their initial meeting.

"I'm here now." 'Twould be rude to awaken the mon from his sleep at such an ungodly hour."

She hooted. "You awoke me." Her palm slid over the seam where the shutters met. A combination of apprehension and excitement sent her stomach spinning.

"Forgive me for pulling ye from your bed. If ye release the lock, I would be happy to tuck ye back in."

His lusty comment rounded her eyes on nothingness. Wicked barbarian!
~ Kimberly Killion, My Cursed Highlander

“She was supposed to help you?”

“Not exactly,” I amended. “She’s offered to help me many times, but I’ve always declined.”

“I see,” he drew out, folding his hands on the counter. “So, what do you wish you had to offer her?”

I turned around, hiding my embarrassment as I confessed the truth. “After she learns I had a man in my apartment, she’s the type of girl who’ll want details. You know, the dirty details. More explicit the better.”

I felt his presence behind me. I hadn’t expected him to ditch his place at the counter and approach me so daringly. He gently brushed the exposed skin at my neck and turned my chin in his direction. “You mean details like, how close I stood to you when I said goodbye? Or whether or not I kissed you before I left?”

I swallowed.

Hard.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think about anything but Joseph touching me. His fingers curved around my jaw and held me motionless. The simple contact he made with my face rooted me to the floor. His hand felt warm against my skin, and I could smell the faint aroma of last night’s cologne swirling around me.

He tested me, this I knew, but my normal brain function took a hiatus. I was left with nothing but my own addlebrained thoughts and emotions, neither of which could save me from the intensity of this moment.

Still cupping my cheek, I saw a glint of amusement in his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “How about you let me take you out tonight, and we’ll see if we can muster up some of those details your friend might ask for.”
~ Gracie Lee Rose, The Start of Something Good

On the drive back to Freeport, Dana sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window at the blur of darkness. Exhaustion numbed her emotions, but not to the state of nothingness she had lived in for far too long.

Life was worth living. Love was worth feeling.

“You’re awful quiet, over there,” Nick said, filling the empty space between them.

“It’s hard to comprehend. The enormity of the terrorist plot is so unbelievable, Nick. Seven different states and twenty targets. They were going to use our own weapons against us. And to think Arlen and Danny were helping support them in their efforts.”

“Look what it got them.”

“I just think Danny got sucked in over his head. Maybe it’s what I want to believe, but I got the impression he didn’t think he had a choice, that he was bullied into participating.”

“I guess we’ll never know.”

“Probably not.” Nick reached across the console and took Dana’s hand. “Please don’t pull away,” he whispered when she tensed. “I need to hold onto you, to feel your skin against mine, even this little bit. I came so close to losing you today. I don’t know what I would have done if I had. I know that you’re going to leave me soon, but I realized today that as long as you are somewhere in this world, I’ll have hope, and I don’t want to live without hope.”

~ Christina Wolfer, Emotional Warfare

Renee Vincent is an award-winning author of historical and contemporary romance.

Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes

Hello everyone and welcome to another addition of Soulful Quotes. Today, I have several great books I think you will like for this month's feature. Each one of these authors is a fellow Turquoise Morning Press author and it gives me great pleasure to spotlight a few of my favorites.

The books I feature today are from authors who were not afraid to be soulful, sappy, and/or suggestive when it came to their heroes. So, grab a seat, and pick up a pen and paper so you can add these to your TBR list.

Happy reading!

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He sighed and dropped his pile of blankets on the floor in front of the fire and started layering and straightening them. "If you’re not going to sleep in the heat with me, then I have no choice but to sleep here. That’s how grandpa raised me."

"You’re being ridiculous."

"No, sweetheart, I’m being a man." He glanced down at the blankets he’d spread out. "It’d be warmer if we slept down here together and could share body heat."

"A pick up line." She rolled her eyes. "Still being a man, I see. Did your grandpa teach you that too?"
Keri Ford ~ Chasing Her Trail

“Shelby, look at me.” The gentleness in his voice compelled me to turn my head, and reluctantly I raised my eyes. To say I was shocked when I saw him smiling would have been a huge understatement. With the tip of his finger, he tapped the bottom of my chin, to close my mouth. He cupped my cheek with his hand, his wry smile tugging at my heart.

“God, you’re beautiful... I needed to see you, to touch you.” He removed his hand from my cheek, and I felt a moment of loss, wanting him to hold me again. “I don’t know what, or how much you remember. I don’t care. I’m just glad you’re alive. I’ve said it before, I’d rather have you alive and hating me than to not have you at all, and I mean that. When they buried—” His voice roughened and broke. A tear trickled out of his blue eye.

Tank never cried.

He laughed, he joked and he got mad. He never cried. Without thinking, I flicked away his tear, then cupped his cheek in my palm, busy blinking back my own tears.

After a brief pause, he cleared his throat. “When they buried you, they may as well have placed me in the casket with you. All of me was with you.” He took hold of my hand and pressed it to the centre of his chest. “You are my heart. Without you, I don’t exist.”
Madison J. Edwards ~ According To Plan

“Maggie.”

Her name came out too abrupt, too urgent. He opened his eyes to meet her wide green gaze and forced a shaky smile. He plucked the fork from her hand and dropped it to the plate, weaving his finger through hers as if she could anchor him. She blinked away the confusion clouding her eyes when he opened his mouth and no words came out.

A nervous smile twitched her lips. “What? What’s the matter? Speak, boy. Is Timmy in the well?”

He managed a weak chuckle in appreciation of her lame joke and shook his head. “I just…” His finger tightened around hers. “I just…You’re happy, right?” he managed in a rush. “With how things are going? I mean, obviously we’re not pregnant yet, but other than that…Me and you? You’re okay with how things are with us, aren’t you?” When she reared back, he leaned in, desperate to keep her from slipping from his grasp. “I am, I mean…Really happy. I think things are going really well—”

Stubborn pride had him clamping his mouth shut the moment she wrested her hand from his. He looked away as she slipped from her chair and rushed into the kitchen. He stared at the wall, the muscle in his jaw ticking with tension. Somewhere, there on the cat-hair-dusted floor, his heart lay split open wide and bleeding. He didn’t want to risk a peek.

“I have something for you.”

His head jerked up. He clenched his teeth and sucked in a deep breath before turning to look at her. Maggie leaned against the doorway, waving a plastic stick as if it was a magic wand.

“I’m happy with all that and with how the getting pregnant thing is going, too,” she said, a slow, sly smile creeping across her face.

“Huh?” His forehead creased into a frown when she waved the stick in front of his face again. He caught her wrist and leaned back, squinting to bring the scrap of plastic into focus. A blue line streaked across the tiny window. His head jerked up, their gazes met, and her smile unfurled like a flower in bloom. “You’re pregnant?”

The quick, herky-jerky movements of her head could have gone either way, but his brain engaged at last, reminding him that she wouldn’t be standing there brandishing a stick she’d peed on if the answer wasn’t yes. Eyes locked on hers, he rose from his seat, winding his fingers around hers and trapping the magic wand in her closed fist.

“We’re pregnant,” he whispered, dipping his head to seal the declaration with a kiss.

Margaret Ethridge ~ Commitment

Thirteen stitches and four hours later, they left the hospital. They swung by the Elm Street building to make sure his truck and the building were locked up and then stopped by the pharmacy to fill his prescription of mild painkillers.

“Your place or mine?” she asked.

“Yours,” he said leaning his head against the seat.

At home, she got him settled on the couch, then looked him up and down. “Take off your clothes.” She laughed at the grin spreading across his face. “Your clothes have blood on them and need washed.”

“I don’t have anything else to wear.” But he began removing his clothes anyway. “You’re staring,” he said, kicking his jeans to the side. Beneath he wore boxer briefs and a hard on.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said on a husky whisper.

“You stole my line.”
Christina Wolfer ~ The Daughter


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Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes

I used to do this post at Nice N Naughty Authors blog, but I just can't keep blogging at so many blogs on a regular basis. Lately, I've had to make some changes with my schedule and cut back a bit in order to write, meet deadlines, and still take care of my family.

However, I've gotten such a great response from readers who liked this feature that I decided to continue it here. So for those who may not know, this is a segment where I share some of my favorite lines from authors who were not afraid to get all sappy, sensual, or even suggestive in their books.

The books I'm featuring today are stories I've read personally and loved. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did. And please, feel free to leave a comment as to which ones tickle your fancy.

Fallon pulled away from her and looked into her beautiful eyes and knew the feelings within him was love. “I cannot promise that we won’t fight, that there won’t be days you won’t want to smash my head in. But I can promise that I will love you always and do my best to make you laugh at least once a day. I can promise that my life will be devoted to you and giving you everything you could want to make you happy.”

“There is only one thing I want.”

“Tell me. It’s yours.”

A tear fell from her eye to roll slowly down her cheek. “You, Fallon MacLeod. I want you.”

~ Donna Grant, Forbidden Highlander

"That streak of British practicality will always war with passionate Celt."

"You're romanticizing," she claimed and lifted her chin. 

"The door's been open, Cassidy." She frowned because his words reminded her of her earlier thoughts. "Better for you perhaps if we'd kept it locked." He shook her once, rapidly. "Yes, it's done. The door won't stay closed now. It'll happen again." He released her then stepped back, but their eyes remained joined. "Go on now, while I'm remembering you were frightened."

~ Nora Roberts, Sullivan's Woman

"You know what I remember?" He shifted toward her and touched her arm when she would have risen. "You, bringing lunch out to us, wearing short shorts that showed off those long legs. I remember the way you looked, the way you smelled the night you came to me. The freckles across your shoulders and the way you felt." He was nose to nose with her now. His mouth inches from hers.

She breathed his name just before he claimed her mouth.

She'd experienced nothing that came close to what she felt with his hands roaming her body, with his tongue deeply exploring her mouth. Only Jacob had ever made her feel this way.

He broke off the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, his hands framing her face. "I can't get over how much I want you." His deep, husky whisper caressed her cheek.

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