“And when I snagged his lip again, he groaned and held on to me tighter, breaking apart just long enough to growl, "Gentle, sweetheart," before he kissed me again. And fuck, I didn't know if it was his main character magic, or the fact that I'd never been called sweetheart with such hunger, but it burned deep in my middle, below where the butterflies had burrowed and lain dead for years. His heroine could have him tomorrow. I wanted to have him now, this second, in my m---” KissingRomance NovelBook Boyfriend Book:A Novel Love Story Source: A Novel Love Story
“He finally returned my gaze, and held it. A knot lodged in my throat, because he was closer than I expected, and his eyelashes were darker than I expected, and long, and there was a gray rim around the inside of his irises that looked like crowns of storm clouds surrounding a peridot. His gaze made the butterflies in my stomach shake off their hibernation and want to remember how to flutter again. Oh yes, he had to be the main character. Book boyfriend material, once someone fixed him up. But then: Where was his heroine?” His EyesBook BoyfriendMain CharacterLove Interest Book:A Novel Love Story Source: A Novel Love Story
“I'd distanced myself from love for so long, told myself that I didn't need it, didn't want it, that I wasn't so sure I knew what love looked like anymore outside of a book. I'd grown to care about this man, somehow, over the last few days. I'd gotten used to his wry charm, and his sarcasm, and I found myself looking for his shadow at the bar, and the bookstore.” I Love HimBook Boyfriend Book:A Novel Love Story Source: A Novel Love Story
“Out of Eloraton, he looked different. His hair wasn't as bright, and his eyes weren't as green, and a few fine wrinkles had appeared on his forehead and around his eyes, and I loved every one of them. He wasn't a romance hero, but he was mine.” Book BoyfriendIn Real Life Book:A Novel Love Story Source: A Novel Love Story