Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes

I don't know where you live, but around here, March has certainly come in like a lion. I'm crossing my fingers that it goes out like a lamb as the ol' saying professes.

With spring just around the corner, that means warmer weather, blessed sunshine, fragrant flowers, buzzing bees, and more new releases to read (while we soak up the sun.) Nothing says "Hot damn! Spring is here" like a hunky Alpha hero and his warm reminiscent touch on your soon-to-be-sun-kissed skin as his heatedly whispered words caress your soul. And boy, do I have some hot snippets for you!

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 cup of coffee, sit back, and fire up those eReaders so you can add these new releases to your TBR collection. 

Happy reading!

“I’ll not stay here a moment longer. I will not stay if I am not with child.”

Eaden twitched his gaze to the bed and back at her. “Would ye care to increase the odds?”
Cathy MacRae, The Highlander's Accidental Bride

“Is making love something you do not wish to do?” Martin said. “As I recall, you seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.” Then, more tenderly: “Besides, I have missed you, Kitten.”

“No…I cannot. I am not your…your…” She could not bring herself to say the word. Their one night together had been a wonderful, amazing, and yes, passionate experience, but it could never happen again. She had escaped for one dreadful night into a dream. Into his arms. As much as she wanted his arms around her again, wanted to lie with him, she could not allow it. This was not who she was. Not who she was raised to be.

Placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her against him. The heat from his broad chest overwhelmed her as she stared into indigo eyes now stormy with desire. “You opened a door, Kitten, I’m unwilling to close.”
Regan Walker, Against The Wind

Giving in to temptation, he cradled that cool cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the taut line of her jaw. “I knew you the minute I saw you. I knew you and you knew me, whether we like it or not.”

“I don’t want—”

“A relationship? A husband? Ties that bind?” Kevin supplied helpfully.

“Yes.” Her grunt of frustration sounded so much like his own he had to smile. Shelli Ann scowled in return. “No. To all of the above,” she clarified.

“Me either. Particularly not the husband, but for the sake of clarity I don’t want a wife, either.”

“Then what’s the point?”

He had to chuckle as he stared into her earnest eyes. He couldn’t resist. Heedless of the risk, he fell into those eyes, absolutely confident she’d never let him drown there. Even if he wanted to. Framing her face with his hands, he held her captive just long enough to brush her lips with his.

“That,” he whispered as he pulled away. Rolling to his cold-numbed feet, he offered his hand palm up. Hers for the taking. “That’s the point, Gidget."

“Gidget?”

He smiled when her fingertips grazed the center of his palm. Closing his hand, he held fast. “Chihuahua on the Taco Bell commercials.”

Her eyebrows rose as she did. “How do you know that?”

“I’m an insomniac with cable and high speed internet. I don’t know why I know half the crap I know.”

Maggie Wells, March Madness

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

Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes

We're finally in the dog days of summer with the month of August showing no mercy amid its dry, sweltering temperatures. Luck for you, I have some equally hot historical romance reads for this month's segment.

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 nodded and turned toward the bed. They would both never fit on the small mattress. Perhaps if he was a normal sized man, but Magnus was a giant. “Well I intend to sleep fully clothed.”

“Whatever suits ye, lass.”

He was so close his voice startled her. Arbella whirled around to see that he stood a foot away from her—nude.

Her eyes glued to the muscles of his chest, the light sprinkling of hair, his shoulders and she dare not look further.

“I prefer to sleep in my skin.” He walked around her and she caught a glimpse of his sculpted arse.

Her mouth fell open, breath caught. She’d never seen a man’s arse before…and never dreamed it would look so…look so…nice. Arbella snatched back her wayward hand that had reached out to touch him.

~ Eliza Knight, The Highlander's Reward

"He drew close once more, kissed her softly and whispered, “You said my name. I like it on your lips.” He hesitated before adding, “I cannot stay away from you, Mary. And frankly, I don’t want to.”

He held her close, her head just under his chin. Her breasts rose and fell against his muscled chest. Fear gripped her at what he might be contemplating and all she was feeling; she had to guard her heart, and at this moment that seemed an impossible task. After all, hearts could give themselves away.

Suddenly, he stepped back, holding her out with his arms. Mary wanted to reach for him. Her whole body ached for him, yet she knew she should not.“I’ll take you back.” With those words, his face changed, as if he’d donned a mask. His dark eyes grew cold, and the longing and desire she had seen in them moments before vanished.

~Regan Walker, Racing With The Wind

"Sweetheart," he whispered with a raspy voice after he unlocked her fingers. He placed her hands over his erratic heart. "See what you do to me. I want to make love with you, but not now, not tonight."

"Declan, please, I don't understand. Why won't you stay with me?"

He touched the tip of his nose against hers, peering deep into her eyes. "Don't misunderstand, Amalie. My body aches for you. I want nothing more than making love with you right this moment, but I won't be able to walk away once we've shared a bed." He cupped his hand along her cheek and smiled at her with tenderness. "You are the only love for me, but if you don't feel the same way--" He ran kisses along the sensitive part of her neck up to her ear.

"I don't know how I feel, Declan, except scared." I know." He rested his forehead against hers. "I'm scared, too."
~ Paisley Kirkpatrick, Night Angel

A movement at the door caught his attention. Isobel, with the cowl over her head, squeezed out and the wind shoved the door closed again.

What the devil was she doing following him?

His lust surged to the forefront again, even though he knew there was no chance of taking her now. His body didn't care. What he couldn't remember from last night, his imagination filled in with spellbinding erotic imagery and sensations.

She strode toward him. "Dirk? Why did you walk out in such a way?"

How could she not understand? She knew little about men; that was why.

"Are you still angry with me?" she asked.

"Nay."

"But you don't trust me. That's clear."

"Aye. I do trust you. But I don't trust myself."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Clasping the icy stone before him, he shook his head. "Because—damnation, Isobel—I want you," he growled. "Can you not see that? I want… what we did last night… again."

Her eyes widening—in shock or interest—he couldn't be sure. She licked her lips and the action near drove him mad.

He squeezed his eyes closed against the luscious sight of her.

A second later, she touched his arm. His eyes sprang open and he glared at her. She was too close, her body practically against his.

"Isobel… go back inside." The chill wind snatched his words away, making them almost too low to hear.

She shook her head.

"Do as I say," he growled more sharply.

She bit her lip, looking unsure and vulnerable again.

"I'm not angry with you, lass," he said, trying to make his voice gentle. "I'm trying to protect you."

"I don't want to be protected from you."

Something fluttered and surged in his chest. Hell. He felt near senseless around her. As if his body and emotions were in control and his reasoning mind had abandoned him.

He breathed deeply of the cold air, but it would not dispel his hunger for her. She wanted him just as he wanted her. Her rosy lips lured him. He had to taste them one more time.

Letting go the bitter cold stone, he grabbed her to him. The flare of excitement in her eyes fueled his desires. Her lips were as cold as his, but the inside of her mouth was hot and sweet as he delved inside to taste her. His hands slid down her back to her waist to hold her close. Her fingers wove through his hair, pulling, but he didn't care. He wanted naught but to devour every last inch of her.

~ Vonda Sinclair, My Brave Highlander

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