Happy Hump Day!  Time to share the romance quotes this week that either made me swoon or scramble for my pearls for some serious clutching!

This week’s wistful quote is from Rider’s Revenge by Jamie Begley and is book 10 in one of my cherished, motorcycle club (MC) romance series, The Last Riders.  The Last Rider novels feature a MC comprised of former service men who formed an unbreakable bond in the armed forced and when they all got out, they formed their club, bought a huge chunk of land in the mid west/south (Kentucky).  Theirs are the stories of their individual growth and journeys in love and they are crack-tastic in a way that makes these absolute, release day reads for me.  The Last Rider’s are not dark and gritty, but have their own niche appeal where the heroines are good, relatable women from all walks of life and who all feel like family.  This is an excellent series for someone into contemporary romance with a bit of a twist.  To say I love these characters and they feel like family is an understatement.  They are swoony, and sexy (wheew!) and fun to get lost in.

Tears filled her eyes. The beautiful soul staring down at her with his heart in his eyes was one she would thank God for every day. The mirrors he had hidden behind were gone, exposing the clear reflection of a soul that had endured his fair share of pain yet still held the capacity to love. He hadn’t let it drag him down to a depth he couldn’t recover from. He was merely waiting to find someone who could thaw his heart out so it could beat again. Her hero deserved his chance…

“Rider …” Jo nuzzled his neck. “I want a baby. Can you make it happen?” she whispered.

“Yes,”

She ran her hands down his trembling back. “I already picked out his name.” “You have?” “I want to name him after his father.”

*Heart flutters* Rider’s Revenge is available via the Kindle  and Nook stores.

This weeks Wanton quote is from Eric Jerome Dickey’s Between Lovers.  This is a throwback novel, published in May 2003, yet it remains even more socially relevant today and is a brilliant look at relationships and what happens when one partner decides to explore their hearts desire and embark on a sexual awakening- and the other partner feeling left behind, refusing to let go of what they don’t understand.  If you haven’t read Eric Jerome Dickey romance novels, treat yourself. They are rich and compelling.

Nicole asks, “Sweetie? Be my coffee and wake me up.”

I know what she’s asking, can tell by the wanting sound in her voice. I go toward the bed, step over my stone-washed dungarees, her velvety thong underwear, Lycra top, stylish high-heeled boots with an animal print, shoes she no doubt paid too much for, other things taken off in a heated moment. I move her empty wine glass away from the edge of the pine nightstand, crawl under the blue and beige covers, move my cool body against her warm flesh, my soul asking hers to desire me in the same way I hunger for her. The pinkness of her tongue reaches for the pinkness of mine…Her hand comes to my face, rubs my flesh up to my short twisted mane, my attempt to become like the creature I see as so perfect. When she changes, I try and change along with her. She kisses me and I forget the rest of the world. Her lips touch mine and all that matters is Nicole. My wide hands touch her small breasts. I lick her nipples. Nicole shivers, moves her backside against my groin. So electric. So intense.

My rhythm is corrupted when I wonder how she responds when her other lover touches her. If that same crooked smile covers her lips as she coos, if that devious expression comes across her face then. In a lousy French accent she begs me, “Mange moi.”

“Nope.”

“Mange moi, mange moi, mange moi. She misses your face.” Love it when she wants me like that. Love her to beg. Her begging pumps my ego up ten notches. I put my hand before her open legs, light-brown legs that open like a book she wants me to read. I take the long route: kiss her feet, savor each toe and feel the arch rise in her back, enjoy her calves, her thighs, get close to where her legs meet, to where her sun shines so warm it can tan my face… She glows.

Between Lovers is true to its namesake and the love triangle is an authentic look at a fractured love with a huge fork in the road that can’t be averted. An honest story of a woman with a man she loves fiercely in her past and a woman she loves unabashedly in her present and her quest to keep them both as a part of her future, only neither is keen on sharing.  It is remarkable and available via Kindle and Nook.