Hot Guy Quotes

“Where am I?” I ask. “Where are my parents and my brother? Where’s my home? And who are you?”
He blinks a couple of times before smiling faintly as though something has just amused him. “I’m afraid you’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”
Wizard of Oz references? I’m somewhere, I don’t know where, and that’s the best I get? Well, I’m not some dumb little girl willing to put up with that, and he certainly isn’t any kind of wizard. - Celestra Caine, FADE by Kailin Gow”
― Kailin Gow, FADE OMNIBUS (Books 1 through 4)

“Jack Simple. Though the name is ironic, because there is never anything simple about Jack.", Falling (Fade Book 2) by Kailin Gow”
― Kailin Gow, Fade

“He wasn't having me try on a glass slipper, but for some strange reason, I finally understood exactly why Cinderella ran off with the prince after having only known him for one night. Having a hot guy kneeling in front of you is sort of intoxicating.”
― Sariah Wilson, The Ugly Stepsister Strikes Back

“a woman would have to be a blind lesbian nun to not be affected by him.”
― Carol Maloney Scott, There Are No Men

“She’s beautiful.

Her responsiveness is intoxicating.

I have to have this woman.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“I won’t ask you for anything you aren’t willing to give me,” he croons. “And I promise you’ll enjoy it. Do you want to play?”
There’s no question.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“A small part of me, though--- probably the part of me that hadn't kissed anyone in about a year and hadn't had sex for what might as well have been an epoch--- imagined what it would be like, kissing this bizarre stranger. He was hot, like burning, despite his odd mannerisms. The confident way he stood, his manner of speech, the bold smolder of those bright blue eyes...
I bet he'd kiss like the world was ending.”
― Jenna Levine, My Vampire Plus-One

“Holy mama llama. That’s Nathanial Stone. Nathanial Stone is sitting in my booth. Nathanial Stone is in the Finewhile Diner sitting in my booth. I’m supposed to wait on Nathanial Stone. I’m going to make a fool out of myself. I just know it. I can feel it coming. Crap.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir

“Were men's knees supposed to be sexy? Their calves? One sight of Lucian's bony knee, delineated muscled thigh, and hard calf, lightly dusted with dark curling hair, made me want to reach out and stroke his leg, creep my hand under those shorts to cup what I knew would be firm and meaty and... damn.
Keeping my hands to myself and my mind out of his pants was going to be difficult. Which was weird; I loved men and sex, but I'd never been preoccupied by either. Until him.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“He looked like he belonged on a fresco of Greek gods doing naughty things with humans, not mixing dirty martinis in a dive bar.”
― Trish Heinrich, Angel's Awakening

“Mase strode around to the passenger side, flashing a grin. “Oh no, dangling a hot guy in front of me instead of candy? Guess I better go enter the unmarked vehicle.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Intelligence Check

“He was tall enough that he had to dip his chin to meet my gaze. Lord, but he was a big, beautiful man. Wintergreen eyes stared at me with such intensity my skin flushed with heat. I couldn't move or think under that stare.
"Were you really carsick?"
That hot-cream voice compelled me to tell the truth.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“Holding my gaze, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide to the floor.
Mistake. Huge mistake, ordering him to take those off. God, his thighs. Could you call a man's thick ripped thighs beautiful? I pressed mine together, trying to suppress the desire to straddle one of those lightly furred, powerful thighs and ride it.
Didn't work, though.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“She bent down to smell a red rose when a deep male voice interrupted her, causing her heart to leap into her throat.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
Ay, Dios mio. Her pulse ratcheted back down. Did he really just quote Romeo and Juliet? What a player. She looked up.
Whoa---sexy dead mariachi alert! Was she dreaming? Her heart stuttered.
A tall man with a strong jawline and twinkling dark eyes framed by impossibly long eyelashes stood before her. He was definitely handsome, even though his face was obscured by makeup. His charro suit seemed painted on his muscular body.
He winked at her, which caused her to grin unabashedly.
The shiny silver buttons on the sides of his tight black pants outlined his legs. She couldn't help but stare at his strong thighs... and that huge bulge in his pants.
Breathe, Julieta, breathe.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“What would Ramón look like shirtless? His body had been so firm against hers... Would his abs be chiseled into a six-pack? His chest warm and kissed golden-brown from our ancestors? She bet he had a sexy happy trail that led down to his---”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Then he peeled his shirt off and over his head.
She did a double take. If she'd had a mouthful of water, it would've been a spit take. Leo was shirtless. She stopped moving. She couldn't tell if she was horrified or mesmerized by the sight of his abs, which looked like a waffle iron, minus the syrup. She'd imagined that underneath the starched and boring button-downs was a stack of white dinner plates in the shape of a human form.
But there he was, half-naked and absolutely real.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“And you shouldn't be---" I say, looking up and taking in his appearance.
So damn hot.
My throat catches. Words do not form. He's sexier than the ceviche I'm planning on making---slick and smooth, cool and hot. Confession: I may have a problem binge-watching rom-coms and steamy romances, hoping for my own meet-cute. If they happen in the movies, why not in real life? When I'm not in the kitchen, I watch them all, inhaling the happy endings---from Sleepless in Seattle to Pretty Woman to Sixteen Candles, the latter so politically incorrect and cringe-worthy today but made up for with the drool-worthy hotness that is Jake Ryan.
Something about this guy reminds me of Keanu Reeves, with his razor-sharp cheekbones, mildly unkempt black hair that nearly touches his shoulders, two-day scruff, penetrating hazel eyes, and, from what I can tell---dressed in a casual but elegant fitted black suit---a buff body. I may have developed a slight Keanu obsession after I saw him in Always Be My Maybe, the story of him being the temporary love interest of an ambitious chef. Even though he played a douchebag version of himself, he was funny and hot as hell.
Normally, I only salivate over recipes, but this feast for the eyes is clearly an exception.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“Dina slipped out of the bathroom and nearly walked directly into Scott. Well, fuck. He was shirtless. She definitely hadn't been wrong about his body. His wasn't the chest of a man who spent endless hours in the gym or kept to a strict diet. Scott's muscles were heavy, densely packed. His shoulders were broad and rounded with thick cords of muscle. He looked like some kind of Scottish war hero or Greek god.
Dina was definitely staring and she didn't give a fuck. She had been right about the hair too. A mass of dark brown--- almost black--- hair peppered his chest and trailed down his stomach to the V-shape of his hips.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever