Small Town Romance Quotes

There. Let the gods of friendship and common sense strike him dead.

~ Kelly Moran

She had platonic all but tattooed on her forehead.

~ Kelly Moran

She moaned in playful disappointment. You shouldn't have canceled. It would be fund to take a picture. You'll be laughing at this years from now.

~ Stacey O'neale

Dude, we both know it's only going to get worse. You're like a ticking sex bomb.

~ Stacey O'neale

After he left the planet with his brothers, he'd imagined he'd live out his life alone. That was until he met Annabelle. His memory lingered back to the day he stepped into her bakery. His brothers were still unpacking when he decided to take a walk into town. The first time he saw her, she was placing muffins into a customer's bag. Even with her messy hair bun and stained pink apron, she was pure perfection. His entire body warmed when he got a backside peek at her pink tank top and itty bitty jean shorts. Before he knew what was happening, he'd gone inside and sat down in the same booth he sat in now. And when she came to the table to take his order, she'd bit down on her bottom lip. He'd known then those lips would complicate his life, but he had no idea just how much.

~ Stacey O'neale

Since the moment I saw you, all I can think about is ways to get you out of that dress. Squeezing her perfectly rounded ass, he softly growled. So yeah, I like it.

~ Stacey O'neale

I don't want to move out of bed. I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

~ Michelle M. Pillow

For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.

~ Michelle M. Pillow

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack? Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.

~ Michelle M. Pillow

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. Your beauty could make a rose blush. Are you... drunk?

~ Michelle M. Pillow

You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think I've outgrown the rules.

~ Sally Henson

Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she pressed closer. Then her lips parted to his, and there was no mistaking the passion in her response. Wild and sweet… His eyes were closed, but in his mind’s eye he saw the lights of the giant tree, and he knew he’d found a Christmas memory worth keeping.

~ Sierra Donovan

He felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, as he deepened the kiss, his fingers curling lightly around the tendrils of her hair. His other arm encircled her waist, pressing her closer, and for a moment he went for broke, kissing her with everything he had. And now that he knew he wasn’t going to get his face slapped, he slowed down to take his time and do it right. The outside world simply ceased to exist. There was only Chloe, warm in his embrace, as her lips responded to his.

~ Sierra Donovan

It’s ok,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.

~ Sierra Donovan

His expression was strained. I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble.I thought Wildstone was safe.It is. The trouble isn't going to come from the unknown. It's going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door.She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.

~ Jill Shalvis

Everyone knew that bugs traveled in packs. Only the stupid ones got caught. The smart ones lay in wait for her to go to sleep so they could attack.

~ Jill Shalvis

Some people aren't meant to stay in your life. But, that doesn't mean you can't carry a piece of them in your heart.

~ Jill Shalvis

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal

~ Jill Shalvis

Your….your bat cave?” Emily responded.“Yes, I’m quite proud of it. I put those visiting Boy Scouts to good use building bat houses, and now I’ve got dozens of them lining the walls of my tool shed.” She ran a hand down her long, witchy hair. “Bat houses, I mean. Not Boy Scouts. I don’t have any Boy Scouts in my shed.” She looked around, and Ryan couldn’t help but wonder if anyone might indeed be missing a Boy Scout.

~ Tracy Brogan

Private fireworks are far superior to public fireworks.

~ Tracy Brogan

We don’t have to tell secrets. We don’t have to talk at all. We could just, you know, kiss . . . and stuff.

~ Tracy Brogan

Damn, I really want to kiss you.

~ Tracy Brogan

He turned his head to look at her, trying to think of ways to plead his case. Some way to dazzle and beguile her and make her glad that it was him she was here with. Something witty and persuasive, but she turned at precisely the same moment he did, with invitation in her eyes, and all he could come up with was, “Damn, I really want to kiss you.” Her hesitation was a mere fraction of a second. “Me too,” she whispered. It was all he needed to hear, and in an instant she was in his arms. He kissed her, hard, with no prelude, no artful negotiations or seductive machinations. Just hungry kisses that sent his mind spinning and his body following. She kissed him back with equal enthusiasm, with one hand on his chest and the other wrapped tightly around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Her mouth was sweet, as sweet as he’d imagined, with lips so soft he could have fallen over the edge of that lighthouse and thought the sensation was just from her touch.

~ Tracy Brogan

That place is turning into the Hotel California.You know, you can check in, but you can never leave.

~ Tracy Brogan

Maybe you should get a very large life insurance policy on the next husband,” Lily suggested slurping her coffee loudly. “You know, before he makes an ash of himself.”“Very funny, but don’t think I haven’t thought of it. It’s an unpredictable way to score more rental properties, but I do seem to be good at burying men.

~ Tracy Brogan

It’s hard raising parents.

~ Tracy Brogan

There are no bears on the island.”“Really, are you sure because I was hiking with my Dad and I’m sure I saw one? Either that or it was a humongous man-eating badger, with fangs. It might have been frothing at the mouth.”“Man-eating, huh? No problem then. I’m a girl.

~ Tracy Brogan

Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi always said, ‘when God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.

~ Tracy Brogan

Too bad he was officially the enemy.

~ Tracy Brogan

Just one more?” he said, holding up his thumb and index finger to indicate tiny. Oh so small. “Just one more little one? I don’t think that was my best work, and what if this is the only time we ever kiss? Then you’ll go on for the rest of your life thinking that’s the best I can do. I don’t think my ego can take that.” He sure as hell hoped this wouldn’t be the only time they ever kissed. In fact, he was going to make damn sure of it, and then some. But for the moment, this angle was going to work for him. He could see her indecision. He leaned closer, his lips nearly touching hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as he whispered against her mouth, “Just one more.

~ Tracy Brogan

Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots of them didn’t.

~ Tracy Brogan

Surround yourself with things that make you smile.”,He reached up and caressed her cheek. “You make me smile

~ Samantha Chase

I’ve had pedicures before, and I’ve had milk shakes. Just never at the same time. And it’s glorious.

~ Samantha Chase

I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.

~ Samantha Chase

Jeez, you two,” Savannah muttered. “Shush. It’s like free porn,” Riley teased.

~ Samantha Chase

Matt?” “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.

~ Samantha Chase

Speaking of cupcakes, Will wants two dozen off your special menu to take on the road after the wedding.” “The, erm, peach kind?” “The peach kind,” Lindsey said. “I like the peach kind,” Josh said. Mikey had named them Sex on a Peach. And they were Kimmie’s second biggest seller, after the Hairy Dicks, which were coconut cake balls strategically placed with Dahlia’s chocolate-covered, ice cream-filled bananas. And Josh’s frown had disappeared, and now he was grinning as if he knew it. All of it.

~ Jamie Farrell

He liked the way her smile infected him and infused a bit of heat into his cold bones—a warmth missing until he'd opened the door to her flower shop.

~ Lyz Kelley

Her eyes slid closed, her secret places pulsed in anticipation, and his lips settled onto the skin beneath her ear. That was magic. She held perfectly still. He pressed a kiss to her neck. Then another, lower. A third, even lower. She squirmed. He dropped his hands. “Sorry. I---“ “Don’t stop,” Kimmie whispered.

~ Jamie Farrell

Your mother can’t hear you here.” “Distance is no match for my mother’s eavesdropping and mind-reading skills.” “I had steel anti-mind-reading plates installed this week. Specially designed to be Marilyn-proof. Also sounds an alarm if she gets within two hundred yards of the building, and I sent the guards downstairs to ninja training. You’re safe.

~ Jamie Farrell