Military Romance Quotes

“I hear my father's voice. "Political differences divided what used to be America into The Nationalist States and The Patriot States: Then Nats declared war on the Patriots. Why?"
Olmo answers in an overly enthusiastic tone. "Because they couldn't agree on the division of derritoryes!"
"Territories," corrects Dad.
"That, too," says Olmo cheerfully.”
― Mya Robarts, The V Girl: A Coming of Age Story

“Is it true that your last name is Goodend? Are you really a gay guy with the last name Goodend? Because if it is, man, that's like, totally freakin' awesome!”
― J.F. Smith, Latakia

“You speak Arabic? Tell him my name is Infidel Redeemed by Christ.”
― Lili Tufel, Sand

“Love was no delusion. You didn’t have to have your head in the clouds to believe in it. It wasn’t invalid because someone was hopelessly romantic, nor was negated because someone viewed the world with a more critical eye. Love was about being safe with someone, knowing you could count on them for anything. Big or small. Heavy. Or featherlight.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Tease,” he rasped. His slow, dangerous smile promised payback. Kissing the chocolate from her lips, he unhooked her bra. “You’re not the only one in this family who’s an artist, you know. I was real good at finger painting. And don’t worry,” he said, drawing his chocolate-coated finger between her breasts and down her quivering stomach, “I clean up my messes, too.”
― Debbie Mason, Christmas in July

“There will always be another mission, Madi, but there won’t always be another you.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“I had too many questions to figure out a question to ask.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“A job is a dumb fucking thing to give up happiness for.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“I shifted in my stool so I was already smiling up at him when he turned to face me. Six-foot-too-many-inches—Seriously, how does he even fit a plane?—hovering right above me.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“His kiss was a poison that my body craved. I was an addict, diving headfirst into the drug I knew would destroy me.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Every time we came together it was like a perfectly choreographed routine. Like two dancers who had spent years moving as one, who could read every breath, every slight flutter of muscle. Decipher the intent, and meet together with expert unity.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“You. Are. Mine.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Luke sure flipped the script. But the movie still ended the same. And I didn't even get an orgasm out of this version.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Fuck the mission, Madi. I need you.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Fucking. Luke.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“If the choice is the mission or coming home to you, I’m coming home.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“I'm never going to get over you.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“I'll grovel every day of my fucking life.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“I don't think I can just be your friend.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“He kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do, the last time he ever would.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“She was an addiction, a drug I desperately needed to stay away from, but there was no rehab for Chloe Grant.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“This was too much. Too much of what I wanted, too much of what I knew I couldn’t have.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Wanting you is never a problem. It's keeping you.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“Chloe Grant was the poison and the cure all at once.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“In my experience, men loved to help, even when they weren’t wanted.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misinformation

“But she was under my skin, in all meanings of the word. If I was honest, I really fucking liked her there.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misdirection

“I realized then that I’d do anything to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. To be the one making her laugh like that.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misdirection

“One night and he’d already figured out exactly how to make me melt.”
― J.M. Leigh, Misdirection

“All the while, here we sit, lost souls—struggling to reach the light, to breathe fresh air again.”
― Genevieve L. Hughes, Their Angel

“Looking into his eyes I saw kindness and compassion, but when I looked down a little further I saw the sign that he served in the Army and all that did was remind me of what I’d lost.”
― Dani Ryan, Forever My Protector