Through My Window

“Women fall in love quicker than men. Easier and more often. But when guys fall? We go down harder. And when things go bad? When it’s not us who ends it? We don’t get to walk away...

We crawl.”

Tangled by Emma Chase

Every time when I start a new book series I told myself “Honey. Darling. Sweetie. You don’t need this. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Me: “Nah. It’s okay. I can handle.”

Also me after five fucking incredible books of mentioned series: end up cuddling in the corner of my room with red eyes from crying and lack of sleep surrounded with used tissues in a total book hangover and emotionally unstable.

... mentally planning to start it all over again.

“Because if you’re going to love me, I need you to love me with every single fiber of your being,” My head swivels and looks back on her. “I want someone’s full and unyielding attention. I want someone to look at me and only me. That way I know that person will never leave me.”

“That’s not love, Lyra. That’s an obsession. Love is forgiving and always evolving. There’s room to grow and change where there’s love. But with obsession, it can only go one way. Obsession will consume you in a way that you can’t come back from.”

“Then I want obsession.”

Into The Dark by Dana Isaly

(Art by Polina Gajewsky)

“I never thought I could feel so much. And for the past two years, that’s what I’ve done. I’ve felt. And felt and Jesus Christ, it’s fucking fantastic. My heart, I can hear it. I can feel the rush in my blood when you touch me. I can feel my breaths stopping and jacking up when I look at you. And when you smile…” He takes in my lips again and a puff of breath escapes him. “My chest hurts. It aches and I know that I have to kiss you or I’ll explode.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

His eyes drop to my legs again and he begins to speak slowly, as if he’s reciting poetry. “The only sea I saw, Was the seesaw sea, With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.” His eyes drag up my body until they meet mine. “Dylan Thomas,” he says.

I release a slow breath. “Wow,” I say. “Poetry porn. Who knew?”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

“The sight of Julia’s sudden and intense arousal hit him sharply, not just in his own heightened state of excitement, but emotionally as well. She’d never looked at him this way before, all anxious and animated, as if no one had ever touched her before.

Gabriel rumbled slightly in his chest at the thought. He motioned to her with his eyes to come in for a kiss, and he melded his lips to hers, caressing her breasts more forcefully and trailing a thumb against the nubs that began to poke through her shirt. Julia gasped in pleasure into his mouth, and that spurred him on further. Soon he was groaning against her lips and pressing their bodies more tightly together.

More! his body ordered him. Closer. Faster. Tighter. More. More. More.”

Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard

“And when something hurts, it means that you can feel. It means that your heart is not dead. That’s the whole problem, isn’t it? Because a heart never dies. You stomp on it; you stab it with a knife; pour gasoline on it and set it on fire; you ignore it and bury it in the pursuit of perfection. You do whatever the fuck you want to it, Arrow, but it doesn’t die. It beats and beats and feels. It feels all the things, good or bad, like this crazy little maniac that doesn’t know how to quit.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

“She was a siren, an angel of mercy, and a horny woman all rolled into one. A fucking dream.”

It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey