Koelbel Library Quotes & Sayings

Austin?" she whispered, not sure what to do.
He turned to her and pulled her into his arms. Her mouth opened in surprise and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. His mouth was warm against here. At first, she was too stunned to react. But after a moment, she put her arms around his neck and lost herself in the kiss.
As the headlights of the sheriff's car washed over them, the golden glow seemed to warm the night because she no longer felt cold. She let out a small helpless moan as Austin deepened the kiss, drawing her even closer.
As the sheriff's card went on past, she felt a pang of regret. Slowly, Austin drew back a little. His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment they stood like that, their quickened warm breaths coming out in white clouds.
"Sorry."
She shook her head. She wasn't sorry. She felt...light-headed, happy, as if helium filled. She thought she might drift off into the night if he let go of her. — B. J. Daniels

I'm a self-confessed genre nerd. I'm a very serious actor, but a genre nerd, all the same. — Penelope Mitchell

Some areas were stuck with only red pins, some with green or blue, some with several colors. "She's been doing voodoo on the world!" Dan said. "No, dummy," Amy said. "Those must be — Rick Riordan

The rule of thumb is: the lower the temperature of the light, the more hygge. A camera flash is around 5,500 Kelvin (K), fluorescent tubes are 5,000K, incandescent lamps 3,000K, while sunsets and wood and candle flames are about 1,800K. That is your hygge sweet spot. The — Meik Wiking

Patience, time and money accommodate all things. — George Herbert

He had his own
ways of sublimation. — A.S. Byatt

I want you, Devlin. Maybe just for a night. Maybe for something more. I don't know if this attraction between us will go anywhere. All I know is I can't deny I want you. — Olivia Cunning

Boris come himself?" Vanov laughed. "Surely you're joking. Preparations for his wedding. — Eric Van Lustbader

Blessed be the discipline which makes me reach out my soul's roots into closer union with Jesus! Blessed be the dews of the Spirit which keep my leaf ever green! Blessed be the trials which shake down the ripe, golden fruits from the branches. — Theodore L. Cuyler

Guiding him between her thighs, she rubbed the head of his sex over soft feminine layers and pleats, circling the most sensitive part of him against her until it was glossed with moisture and they were both shaking.
Rhys pushed against the swollen opening, stretching her, coaxing her flesh to yield. She arched, helpless and overtaken, aware of nothing but the pleasure of him filling her. He grasped her hips, pushing and pulling her slowly on his hard shaft, and she made sounds she'd never made in her life, moaning and purring at the intense delight of his possession. — Lisa Kleypas