Mm Romance Quotes

“I was hanging on his back like a monkey... but like in a hot, sexy monkey kind of way."
Everyone cringed.”
― Maddox Auheim, I'm (Not) Falling For You... Again

“I wasn't expecting the way his blue eyes scorched through me. I wasn't expecting him.”
― Tracey Jerald, Return by Fire

“No one touches what's mine, " Lucian murmured. "And you are mine, Victor Nox. whether you agree is irrelevant.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“If he whispered his dirty desires, this man wouldn't hesitate to ruin him... and maybe being broken was what he wanted. What he deserved.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“You lost," Lucian purred, a cocky, infuriating smile on his lips. "I caught you, so now I get to ravish you.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Sure thing, Handsome. I'll be your dirty little secret if that's what you're into."

"That's not it," Victor snapped, stalking away.

"Sure it isn't."

"Fuck you."

Laughter was his only answer.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Fuck, Lucian found him stunning beyond reproach.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“But when he was with Lucian, the world would burst with sudden flares of color. Burning red for passion. Biting bitter blue when he was upset... Orange when he was content. Victor closed his eyes and dropped his pen, burying his face in the warmth of the throw. It still smelled of Lucian, lilies beneath waterfalls.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“I'm trying to see the bigger picture here."

"Maybe I can help with that."

"Why would you help me?"

"Because it's you."

Why did Lucian keep on doing that? Murmuring caring things with such sincerity, it was hard to pretend he didn't mean any of it.

"We're on opposite sides, you know."

"You're the one claiming we're all villains. There's no black or white, only gray area. We can coexist somewhere in the middle, can't we?”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Ah, I see," Victor replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "So that's why you so readily agreed. Know your enemy, right?"

"I prefer a different version."

"Oh? I wasn't aware there were two."

"The most worthwhile and difficult lesson," he said in a low, honeyed tone. "Is to love your enemy. They're often a reflection of you.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“You're not promiscuous?" she asked.

"Try not to sound so upset about it."

"Your sarcasm loses its allure the longer I talk to you."

Victor hid an amused smile behind the rim of his glass. "So I've been told.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Fuck, he was hot. Like, dirty hot in the way he gave every fiber of his being to the pleasure. Not caring what he looked like or sounded like as he took everything Lucian was willing to give. It felt like a sin to touch him, to want him, to fuck him.

But damn, he ached for it.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“You did the best you could, I did the best I could, and the truly fucked up thing is that it wasn't enough.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Pain that would heal was ten times easier to bear than guilt.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Those who inflict pain are never willing to shoulder it.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“I'll take everything you're willing to give," Lucian murmured, pressing their foreheads together. "I'm nothing more than a man starved for you.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Don't worry, Handsome. I may be their hero, but I'll always be your savior.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“People were the weapons which broke him, so characters of ink and parchment tethered him to this world instead. It mattered little what the story was about, only that it wasn't his.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Victor wondered if his duality meant that one identity canceled out the other. Maybe he wasn't damned, but he wasn't saved, either. It'd comforted him as he fought off the urges of withdrawal.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“Even as he crafted thousands of realities, nothing else mattered to him but the love of one man.”
― Avery Scarlett, The Malevolent Heir

“You are the bestest! We can be friends now."
"We weren't before?" I ask.
"I don't know what kind of friend would try to impale another friend. I mean, the deadly kind of impale, not the sexy kind.”
― Maddox Auheim, Flushed Into Another World

“If only I had known those trusted moments would be so few, I would have given voice to my unspoken promises, and shouted my unintended secrets to the sky. That my love for you extended far beyond our bed, and our island. That from the first time you told me you loved me and I let myself believe it, I was no longer shipwrecked on an island. I was where I was meant to be. With you.”
― Kae So Bu, The Gardens of Yes and No

“My name is Locryn Tyack-Frayne, and Gideon is with me, and nothing can dislodge my soul.”
― Harper Fox, Guardians of the Haunted Moor

“Never underestimate the perverted imagination of a horny valedictorian.”
― Emily Brandish, Monsters & Mind Games

“If Kilgore really got to know him, he’d see Ambrose for his true self: a heartless porcelain doll, beautiful on the outside, but hollow within, splintered with well-hidden cracks.”
― Emily Brandish, Monsters & Mind Games

“Sander raised his voice, just loud enough to get people to lean forward to hear him. “This is how it’s gonna work.”

He sat up, closer to the edge of the couch, his legs closing together like a gate, but still with enough room between them that they were almost framing Aaron. Sander tapped a thigh with two thick-knuckled fingers. “Over here. I scored twenty-one points, right? So twenty-one of them, over the clothes.”
― Opal Moritz, Losing, or Something Like It

“Reed spread his arms again, as if to signify his near nakedness. “Do you see any paparazzi here, Tuck? I’m not wearing a wire, and where the hell would I hide a camera in this getup? It’s you, it’s me, it’s a pair of wet boxers. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Tucker sighed. The minute Reed suggested it, he knew he was going to strip down to his skivvies and slip quietly into the clear, tempting pool.”
― Alex Winters, Treading Water

“Parker stood near the pool, watching Logan drift onto the patio in all his young, radiant glory. Despite it being the last night of December, the southern air was muggy, complementing Logan’s pale, delicate features as he stood in a pair of khaki shorts and the same brown and blue striped rugby shirt he’d worn back at Soxers. The lights Parker had been stringing for the last two hours shone in his wide eyes, casting his guest in a most flattering glow.”
― Alex Winters, Boxers & Bubbly

“Those legs of yours,” Colton murmured, close enough to drag a finger across both thighs in turn. Memphis shivered at the unexpected tenderness of his lover’s touch, every inch of his body flexing in the wake of those delicate fingertips. “They won’t stop fidgeting. And these hands…” He likewise drizzled his fingertips along the tops of Memphis’ digits. “They’re white-knuckled, Big Boy.”
― Alex Winters, Sweater Weather

“Stop,” Knox chuckled as he took Trevor’s place beneath the gently lapping shower spray. Trevor toweled himself off idly, absently, literally mesmerized at seeing Knox’s body again after so many years. He had filled out, gently, tenderly, in all the right places. Still tall and lean, he was more muscular than Trevor remembered, more masculine, if that was possible. He lifted his arms, gently powerful as if he’d been working out, and Trevor thrilled to see the gently robust tufts of soft brown hair under his arms, doused quickly with the shower spray and even sexier when wet.”
― Alex Winters, Adjoining Rooms