Hi guys! Thrillers usually aren’t my thing, but I do love a good Romantic Suspense Thriller. So I took at stab at some of my favorite suspense reads and pulled some quotes from them. Some of them are pretty good and some of them just made me giggle. But anyhoo, here I go giving you some of my favorites!
A sadistic man must have invented high heels, Sydney Worth thought to herself as she climbed the ladder. Three-inch heels were never her first choice of footwear, but two weeks earlier her boss had made a snide comment about her sensible flats. She loathed giving the man any more ammunition against her—thus the pointy-toed torture devices which currently clung to the tenth rung.
After she steadied herself, she used her glove-encased hands to straighten the frame of the Gainsborough landscape.
Most curators relied on maintenance staff to handle routine tasks like this, but not Sydney. The European gallery was her domain. She felt responsible for making sure it looked its best. Besides, she liked getting out of her small office and spending time with the art. It calmed her. And with a boss like Marvin Stiggler, she needed all the calm she could get.
“Is it straight, Jorge?” she called out to her assistant, who was supposed to be helping her.
She sighed impatiently.
“Damn it, is it straight or not?”
“It looks pretty good from here,” a deep, very un-Jorge-like voice responded. Her female parts went on red alert.
The man in the car slammed his fist in the steering wheel.
He didn’t follow them when they left, after they’d spent a full hour in that damned garage. Alone. Together.
He knew where they were going. Hope Hill.
He needed time to calm the rage that flowed in his veins. He pictured Annie Murray, on her knees in front of him, offering a tearful apology. He pictured himself slapping her. Hard enough to make that smart little brain of hers rattle.
That would shock her, wouldn’t it? She thought he was all kind and soft and mild—as if he were half a man. He was a good guy, but that didn’t mean he was a wimp. One of these days, he was going to introduce her to the real him.
He found the thought arousing. He finally turned the key in the ignition and pulled into the street. He took the scenic route by the reservoir, the road deserted this time of night.
Marton, Dana. Silent Threat (Mission Recovery Book 1) (pp. 69-70). Montlake Romance. Kindle Edition.
Awareness oozes through my head, muddy and nauseating. Pain throbs behind my eyes and prickles down my spine. Rope shackles my hands behind my back, and scratchy cloth fills my mouth. This isn’t happening. It’s not real.
But the sucking panic in my throat already knows what my mind rejects.
I lost consciousness.
We’re in danger.
This is bad.
Reality barrels into me like a bucking bull. Men in ski masks. Shotguns. Gags and rope. Conor…
I pry my face from the dirt and register the bits of gravel embedded in my chest. I’ve been moved to the other side of the ravine, dragged here on my stomach. Beside me, Jarret and Lorne are bound and gagged with their backs against trees.
The fury in Lorne’s eyes makes me cringe. I’ve never seen him look like that. Jarret wears his distress so blatantly it soaks his face in tears. My brother hasn’t cried since we were kids, and the shock of it speeds up my heart.
How long was I knocked out? Where the hell is Conor?
Godwin, Pam. Knotted (Trails of Sin Book 1) (p. 26). Heartbound Media, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
Pulling up his collar against the rain, he strode quickly down the slope to his car, conveniently close. The parking space was one of the perks of owning the building.
As he crossed in front of his car, the hair on the back of his neck rose. He spun in a quick circle.
There. The man stood, half-hidden, in the tall firebush hedge at the building’s side. The posture was unmistakable. He held a pistol pointed at Zachary.
Zachary lunged to the left.
The handgun barked, almost drowned out by a sizzling crack of lightning.
A streak of pain ripped across Zachary’s upper arm as he dove between the two parked cars.
Another shot sounded, this one louder.
Sinclair, Cherise. Defiance: a Masters of the Shadowlands novella (Kindle Locations 124-130). VanScoy Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
A boom sounded in the distance—probably from a coal mine hours away. Just to double-check, he lifted his head and used his special hearing to make sure they were safe. A wolf prowled a mile or so away, and prey scattered. No humans breathed nearby. Well, none other than his three brothers while they watched the show. The eighth episode wound down to cheerful music and a happy ending.
“What’s a family?” Jory, his youngest brother, asked.
Shane forced a shrug. “I think a family is people who live together.”
“So we’re family?” Jory’s voice cracked.
Shane nodded, his shoulders straightening. “Yeah, we’re family.”
“What’s a mom?” Jory scratched his head.
“I guess it’s that lady there.” Shane pointed at the woman on the screen.
“She looks…” Matt, the oldest of them all, said thoughtfully, “soft.”
They all nodded.
“How come we don’t have moms or ladies here?” Jory asked.
Shane shrugged again. He probably didn’t deserve a mom, but Jory did. Why didn’t Jory get a mom? “Maybe soldiers don’t get moms.”
“Oh.” Jory turned back to the screen. “She looks nice.”
Yeah. The soft lady had looked nice.
Zanetti, Rebecca. Forgotten Sins (Sin Brothers Book 1) (Kindle Locations 41-55). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.