Bbw Romance Quotes

Ms. Scarlett always delivers hot, sexy alphas and this isn't any different. Holy smokes, is this ever HOT! Love her writing and the way she spins a story but adds the HOT factor. Her alphas are phenomenal! - JC

~ Scarlett Avery

I love all Scarlett Avery's books. This one included. - Kathleen

~ Scarlett Avery

How? Give me permission, tell me it’s okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me, and f**k you until you can’t see straight.

~ Dominique Eastwick

I know what it’s like to be different. I’m a Native American in a white world.

~ Tamara Hoffa

Snuggle up with a hot fireman! Meet Tanner West.Sharon looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Eyes like dark chocolate, deep and warm, stared out at her from a face that looked like it could have been chiseled in stone. Skin the color of burnished copper, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, and a cleft chin. How the hell had she failed to notice him before? Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her gaze down the rest of his body. He was tall, well over six feet, she would guess, with broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His thighs, encased in worn denim, fit like a second skin against legs the size of tree trunks, and oh my, what lay between those thighs… Her attention snapped back to his face and she could feel the heat of a blush suffuse her skin.

~ Tamara Hoffa

Damn, she better get her imagination under control or she was going to be in trouble. She stole another glance in his direction, her eyes locked onto the bulge in his lap. Well lookie there. Maybe I’m not the only one having carnal thoughts

~ Tamara Hoffa

Boy oh boy, this man is trouble. He was slowly tearing down the wall she’d built around her heart, brick by brick. Could any man be this perfect? He must have some faults. Maybe he is a chauvinist pig…no, doesn’t seem like it. He is kind to animals and children, he is a fireman, he looks like sex on a stick. What could be wrong with him? Maybe he snores. Oh, wouldn’t I like to find out?

~ Tamara Hoffa

The hand at her back stroked up and down. Never straying too far south, but igniting a fire inside her that she wanted this fireman to stoke instead of extinguish

~ Tamara Hoffa

She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God’s gift to her, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

~ Tamara Hoffa

Sharon looked at Aaron and smiled. She’d made the right decision, hadn’t she? Would she come to regret this decision too? She’d made so many mistakes in the past. Was this another one? No, self-doubt isn’t an option. Everything is going to work out here. It has to.

~ Tamara Hoffa

She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn’t going to go down that road.

~ Tamara Hoffa

Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?”Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.”“Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.

~ Dominique Eastwick

I want to corrupt you, get dirty and rough with you because I know this sexy-as-hell body can take it.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

~ Naima Simone

If he couldn’t appreciate the passion and beauty in you than that’s his shame, not yours.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

~ Naima Simone

I’m quite certain offering to carry out a contract killing violates at least two of Emily Post’s etiquette rules.”--Sloane Barrett, Killer Curves

~ Naima Simone

Bragging that you finished in two strokes. Just like a man.”--Sloane Barrett, Killer Curves

~ Naima Simone

I’m going to kiss you, and we’re going to see just how moved on you are.

~ Dominique Eastwick

When you get down on your knees in front of me it won’t be out of gratitude. It’ll be because you want to be there.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

~ Naima Simone

She looked up and their eyes locked. “Want to be my birthday present?” she asked in a breathy whisper.Chase’s mother didn’t raise any fools. He released her hips and trailed his hand down her arm until their fingers entwined.“Let’s get out of here.”He tugged her from the dance floor, trying not to rush like he was running from a fire. But, damn. There was a fire in his britches.

~ Tamara Hoffa