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The bridge is said to bestow good luck on lovers who share a kiss right where we are standing.Ethan Sterling - Private Emotions
— Elize Amornette, The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
I'm a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.
— T.A. Grey, Take Me
Women, they were tricky business. A man had to step carefully lest he find himself in a pit of despair, longing after the one he wants and getting nothing but scorn in return. What was it about her that drove him crazy? He'd never had such a wild and instantaneous reaction to a woman before.
— T.A. Grey, Take Me
You’re just begging for a piece of me, you know that?” she growled. “I don’t know what gave you the idea I've lowered my standards, but I assure you, I haven’t. I want no part of you.
— Gena Showalter, Playing with Fire
You try almost dying, being chased, thenhopping in a car with a complete (horny)stranger.
— Gena Showalter, Playing with Fire
Imogene always sitson the remote. It’s probably wedged between her butt cheeks.”“Should I go get a crowbar?
— Kirsten Miller, The Eternal Ones
The sea was my first home...Now that I had nowhere else to go, this was the last place I felt safe.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Stay
Her thoughts pulsated through him, frantic, desperate, pleading for him to stay behind.“I won’t—can’t,” he murmured. “If you’re going, so am I.”She exhaled a laborious sigh and flung her arms around his neck; her warm breath fanned over his skin as she tightened her grip. “If you die, Andrew, I’ll track you across multiple dimensions just to say I warned you,” she cautioned, voice tender.
— Laura Kreitzer, Key of Pearl
What do you think is the problem? You’re a cute kid-­‐uh, guy. Man. You’re a cuteman.
— Gena Showalter, Playing with Fire
We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he asked, "Is having sex with a werewolf considered bestiality?" -Carter
— Joann I. Martin Sowles, Laney
So… what? You want me to sign my name in blood or something?”“Hmmm,” he said, tapping his finger against his cheek as he looked at the ceiling — the epitome of an overly dramatic thinker.I rolled my eyes.“Why don’t we just seal it with a kiss?” he suggested, as if the thought of it didn’t gnaw at my intestines.“Is there a Door Number Two?”“Well, I could stay at your side every second until Nergal is dead,” he answered. “And before you ask, there is no Door Number Three.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Mrs. Weslin was one of those women who had clearly had some work done. That or she had sold her soul to the devil and although that was probably a possibility, I was pretty sure none of the Weslins had souls to sell.
— Joann I. Martin Sowles, Tainted Blood
He pulled back, but only enough to lock his eyes onto mine as he held my face in his hands. “It will always be you, Cassandra,” he whispered against my lips. Then he kissed me again, much softer this time, as if gently transferring every ounce of love he had for me onto my lips. I didn’t need any words, this was all I ever needed to know that he loved me.Everything around me faded. All my worries, all my fears disappeared when he touched me. We weren’t stuck in this Hell, we weren’t even in its realm. We were in our own world, no one around to save, or to slay. God, if only we could stay here. I didn’t want to face reality, not when I had him here with me now, not after thinking I’d lost him.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Are you okay?”“Well, I’d prefer to be in my own bedroom at home, dreaming of ponies and rainbows, but since I’m stuck here, I guess I’m as good as I can be.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Look, are we almost there? Or are you just taking me in circles in order to molest me? I’m tired, I’m pissed, and I really kind of hate you, so could you just take me to my quarters and poof away somewhere?
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Cursed,” he once cried in a fit of rage. His temper has always been as restless and unpredictable as the sea itself. But his words had power behind them and I felt the effects instantly. Too late to take it back.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Stay
�“You swore this deal would be a safe little exchange. I didn�’t sign up for this�—Chinese mafia and Hashishins. I�’m an MD, not special ops.�”Kira Hardy in Dawn of a Dark Knight
— Zoe Forward
Seid was the storm and the winds and the sea. I was his light beacon, keeping him away from the rocks. But he thought I had betrayed him.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Stay
I focused on his eyes and really locked onto them. I could feel myself falling into a world of blue that wiped the chills from my body and filled my heart with warmth. The depths I could see in his eyes were far more than any hallucination could create. I recognized them as the eyes I gave my heart and soul to. They were the same ones that gave me Hunter’s whole being and never looked back. There was no doubt in my mind this was the man I fell in love with. I was doing it all over again in that very moment.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
I was ashamed by my vulnerability. Nergal had really broken me. I tried so hard to stay strong, but my body couldn’t handle my determination. Eventually, I gave in to what I thought was my ultimate demise. Although my body was still weak, one look at my savior refreshed my will to live, to be strong. I looked longingly into the depths of his eyes, trying to convey my love for him, but there was no way to show how my heart beat just for him. He wasn’t my soul mate, he was my soul.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
She had become the demon, only too much, and too fast. I had an incredible urge to knock her on her ass, take her down a few notches. Turning her just got higher on the priority scale. That’s if I didn’t kill her first.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Breathing heavily near his ear as he rested his head next to mine, I whispered, “I wish we could stay this way forever.”“You only need to say the word, and I would take you away from all of this. We could make love for eternity. I can be very creative, Cassandra.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Really? That’s all you have to do to make someone go away? Like, ‘poof’, they’re just… gone? Christ, had I known that, I’d have gotten rid of a lot of people by now. You’re actually pretty lucky I didn’t have this nifty gift back when we first met.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms. “You are so beautiful, so adorable. I know full well you’re my doom, and I don’t care.
— Chris Lange, A Touch Too Much
Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)
— Kimberly Brockman, Raven
Don't worry Toots, I told ya before, you don't have the right equipment to tempt me but if my tastes ever change from muscle to moobs then I might jump you.
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
Holding my hands in his, David kissed my knuckles before he swore to me, “I will love every day of the rest of my life.
— Theresa M. Jones, Power
What is it about you Keira, that has a man wanting to fuck you senseless into submission one minute and strangle the breath from your body the next?
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
Such strength behind these eyes, that your soul glows through. Blinding. Captivating. Torturing. You may be as stubborn as a mule on a cliff side but any man would find the true meaning of foolishness to ever forget these facts.
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
Anyway, I heard you and your Mother-in-Law kicked ass! Shame his daddy'o wasn't around for the family reunion, although I doubted a battle is the right way to say 'hi,my name's Kiera and I am sexing up your son's man stick.
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne)
— Kimberly Brockman
His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn’t be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth. “I want to take you in my arms, to kiss you long and hard, to touch you like you’ve never been touched, to give you the pleasure I feel running in your veins.
— Chris Lange, A Touch Too Much
What was it about the Draven brothers that had you doing anything they wished of you. It wasn't just their voice,it was everything, every tiny little supernatural molecule they possessed had you jumping to whatever beat they set. It was their sheer strength. Their inbuilt authority and their never ending power to use at will. And I was hooked like a junkie.
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
Incredible. Humans are such irrational creatures. So here you sit,a small space filled with demons that could tear you limb from limb as easy as pulling wings off a butterfly and you're scared of the helicopter crashing, which has a less than 2 percent chance... tell me Keira girl, what do you think the percentage is of a vampire sucking a human dry?
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
What was it about this man that one minute had me wanting to throw myself at him, climb him like a cat to rub up against and the next, wanting to scratch his eyes out while I was up there?
— Stephanie Hudson, The Triple Goddess
In this cage, behind these bars, I think of you and me.
— Kenya Wright, Caged View: A Collection of Urban Fantasy Short Stories
She smiled, content in knowing no one had ever loved her as much as Lucas, and now she knew why. Because no one could love her more, or better, than the demon king.
— J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire
They’re my peace offering for starting over. I gave you one once before, only to deceive you in the most unimaginable way. But not this time, this time, I assure you, my intentions are pure.”“So, you’re not trying to seduce me?” I asked, only to prolong what I knew was coming. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. His lids were getting heavy and I could feel the sexual tension building between us. There was a gentle pressure at the back of my neck, pulling me closer, his face so close I could smell the wine we shared on his breath. “I said my intentions were pure. That doesn’t mean I don’t intend to seduce you, Cassie.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Oh God, he thought. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say to come in.”“I did.”“But you’re only wearing a towel.”“What is it with you guys and towels? It’s not like I’m naked.
— J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire
Did you ever think she was your mate?” Lucas asked unable to help himself.Clyde tensed, seemingly caught off-guard by the question. “I knew she wasn’t mine,” he said then exhaled. “Angels don’t mate, remember?”“Then why did you make it so hard for her?”“For her or for you?”“For her. I couldn’t care less how hard you made it for me.”“Because I love her,” Clyde responded simply. Lucas’ jaw clenched then he exhaled, acknowledging that hearing another man admit he loved Jenna would never get easier.“Not the way you do, but I love her. I wanted what was best for her. I thought you weren’t it,” Clyde added then turned to walk away. He paused and spun back around. “One more thing. If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you.”Lucas let the fire in his heart fill his eyes. He would never hurt Jenna; they both knew it. “I know. That’s one of the reasons I haven’t killed you myself.
— J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire
If you’re mad that I kissed you, I won’t apologize for that.”“No, I’m mad you stopped.” Her face flushed. “I meant,” she tried to rephrase, “I’m mad you left the way you did.
— J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire
Remy shot to her feet, eyes blazing. Her hands were fisted at her sides. “Don’t be stupid, Creed.”“What did you say?” I asked slowly.“Don’t. Be. Stupid.”I opened my mouth, closed it. “Why do you even care?” I finally asked.Remy’s eyes shifted away from mine. She was hiding something. “You’re giving up.”“No.” I shook my head. “Giving up would be giving in to the darkness completely. I haven’t quite taken that step yet.”“What’s stopping you?”“What?”“If you don’t care and you want it to be over, what’s stopping you from letting the evil inside of you destroy you?”You.“You need to leave,” I told her.“I can’t.”A low rumble sounded deep in my chest.“Are you growling at me?”“Are you scared?”“No.”“You should be,” I stated, moving for her.
— Lindy Zart
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
— Rae Hachton, Frankie's Monster
I've been deflecting Calypso's blushes all day. I don't have the energy to deflect yours," he said through clenched teeth. "So either block or strip." -- The Twelfth House ~ The Elementals Book I
— T.L. McCallan, The Twelfth House
None of us asked for this life. I, of all people should know that our paths were chosen for us and we were just along for the ride, doing what was necessary and expected. There were far greater forces at work here. He was playing my heartstrings, which sang a sad melody I felt deep in my soul. For the first time, I could see him for who and what he was now. Even the worst incarnations of evil could change, and from this point forward, I would try to honor that. He was willing to put his life back in the line of fire to help me, and at the very least, he deserved my respect for that. Maybe even a second chance.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
I’ll deal with the consequences one way or another, but I’m sick and tired of sitting back and wondering ‘what if.’ I’ve been a puppet for too long. Now that I know I have the potential to fight, I need to cut the strings and do something about it. There’s a reason I was created the way I was. I have to believe that, and I have to seek out my purpose.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
She had seen the almost-human Orona, who was orphaned and alone in the world, a woman whom Cain had plucked off the streets and fallen in love with. What she didn’t see was the undead creature Cain barely knew, the foolish human girl who fell in love with the caretaker of the seas. She hadn’t seen me stand up against a hurricane or keep a cave from crushing two lovers to death. She hadn’t seen me throw myself over the ones who would have turned to ashes when the volcano erupted, or made water appear from the sands to the dying in the desert. She did not know I was both savior and destroyer to so many souls.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Stay
His finger pressed my lips to silence me. “So, tell me, my beautiful, little demon, how does it feel? Did you enjoy seducing Caleb to get what you wanted? Or were you so enraptured by the green of his eyes that you longed for his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your body?” I gasped, but he went on before I could respond. “Truthfully, I’d prefer the former, because it would mean since he’s bailed on the deal, I’m the only one left to help you. I must warn you, however, it’s going to take a whole lot of seduction to get me to help you now.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
You know what, Hunter?” I said, walking toward the hallway, ready to dismiss the whole hopeless conversation. “I give up. I’m just a slutty demon who uses my body to get what I need. You’ve proven your point. You can go now. I’ll go to Hell alone. Guess all I really need to do is give a little tongue and they’ll lead me right to my father, right?
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
A demon’s power comes from here,” he said, placing his fingers on my temple. “Here.” He moved his hand and placed his palm on my belly. “And here.” His hand covered my heart, with way too much emphasis on my breast. I sucked in my breath on a gasp, causing my bosom to press into his hand even more. My eyes came up and locked with his. “I think this is the part that stopped you from pushing me away,” he said, referring to my heart
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Love? Yes, I do love. I never thought it was possible, hell, I never even thought about it as a Seeker. But you did something to me, Cassandra. You made me realize I still have a heart, regardless of what I’m made of. And you’ve stolen it because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. But that includes staying as I am, even if I have the chance to turn.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
This is worth an eternity of torture,” he whispered. “I’m quite certain I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved, in any life. I may have lost my soul when I was turned, but it’s been replaced by you, Cassandra. I’ll never let you go.
— L.J. Kentowski, Seeker of Fate
Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help.
— Carrie Butler, Strength
Maybe that was why another part of me--a very small part--had wanted to kiss Wallace then. Both sides of his mouth, between his brows, and every other place those stupid worry lines marred his expression. That part of me had wanted to hold him tight and give him the comfort I knew he couldn’t ask for.But that part terrified me the most.
— Carrie Butler, Strength
His touch is incredible, it holds my insides, my heart, my mind, shimmering hot heat into cold places, thawing my spirit... and it rejoices. I'm immediately obsessed, consumed with need to stay in this balmy light, soaking in his touch, relishing the euphoria it brings to my discarded spirituality.
— Poppet, Sveta
With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark eyes finally promising more.They haven't just licked me, they've broken my legs, turned my hips inside out, and sucked my nipples so hard I swear to god they are no longer on my body.
— Poppet, Sveta
We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.
— Poppet, Sveta
Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.
— Poppet, Sveta
Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.
— Poppet, Sveta
Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.
— Poppet, Sveta
So many people talk about the Golden Gate bridge, but I would bet they haven't seen the new Sava River Bridge. It has long metal ropes suspending it, like a gigantic angel's harp waiting for god's fingers to reach down and pluck the first chords, to send a vibration of relief and love into the heart of Belgrade.
— Poppet, Sveta
He's as tall as the door, and I'm standing here without remembering the walk across the shadowed parking lot. When he turns to face me the world grinds into slow motion. Even my heartbeat draws out interminably.
— Poppet, Sveta
Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.
— Poppet, Sveta
A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he's harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.I hold his dark gaze for a moment too long, and then pin my focus back on the
— Poppet, Sveta
What's it like feeling the smooth heat of that arm, tracing the supernatural muscles bunched in his arms and chest, teasing anyone with a pulse and hormones to lick their way down the divots and planes of that skin, to unbutton the leather shielding his body and taste all the way down to that silver buckle on his belt.
— Poppet, Sveta
Every footfall of my boots echoes and ricochets louder and louder, the excruciating stroll I take induces her heartbeat into pecking so hard and erratic, my dick starts hurting with an anticipatory throb.
— Poppet, Sveta
Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.
— Poppet, Sveta
Now now Ellindt, you know I love it when you beg.” Chuckling silently, every jolt from my hold causes her hands pulsating pain, and I bend to speak intimately into her ear again, “But I love it more when you scream.
— Poppet, Sveta
Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.
— Poppet, Sveta
Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.
— Poppet, Sveta
Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.
— Poppet, Sveta
He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.
— Poppet, Sveta
The answer to my thoughts is the loud ripping of my shirt when he tears it straight down my back, yanking it forward around my shoulders and imprisoning my arms in the sleeves.“I've got you now,” he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.
— Poppet, Sveta
He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.
— Poppet, Sveta
Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me.
— Poppet, Sveta
Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.
— Poppet, Sveta
In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.
— Poppet, Sveta
m possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are banded with yellow-green bruises, and when I turn her I spot the finger marks left on her thigh.“Did he do this to you?
— Poppet, Sveta
I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.
— Poppet, Sveta
This time you aren't escaping. It's time for a heart transplant.
— Poppet, Sveta
Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.
— Carrie Butler, Strength
I've known you forever, and you are only just remembering me.
— Poppet, Aisyx
He should always wear jeans because they make him look hotter than a nebula. Black suits him too. It hugs to his muscular vales and swells, turning temptation into sexy man therapy.
— Poppet, Ryan
Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.
— Poppet, Ryan
I'm not a man easily moved to displays of emotion, but tonight I am weak, I am vulnerable. It must be from being inside her, so close to her, breathing in her pain, and love, and light, and blossoming vulnerable beauty
— Poppet, Ryan
I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.
— Poppet, Ryan
Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
— Poppet, Ryan
she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels
— Poppet, Ryan
Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom
— Poppet, Aisyx
He gives me one of those twinkling stares. His eyes coalesce and fragment color, glinting specks of midnight purple and an electric blue, when the light catches them just right. Straight on they look like indelible pitch, well deep with secrets and primordial darkness.
— Poppet, Ryan
How awful is it to be sane enough to be fully aware of the day you realize you are completely losing your grasp on reality. I'm crazy. Not just a little bit, but rubber room ready out of my mind fucked up.
— Poppet, Ryan
He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.
— Poppet, Ryan
You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.
— Poppet, Ryan
Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.
— Poppet, Ryan
He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
— Poppet, Ryan
It's a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. It's the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds like an orchestra playing a symphony composed by angels. It's most distracting until you grow immune to it, and now I'm back to completely infected with the Ryan voice virus.
— Poppet, Ryan
I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.
— Poppet, Ryan
Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.
— Poppet, Ryan
Biting a plump bottom lip, I stare into endless irises open and poised over my own. Sliding my hand up her thigh, under her gown, I pull her closer with the hand cupping her hipbone, releasing the growl of a king caught in delight.
— Poppet, Ryan
Phoebe, don't play coy. If you were willing to give a peeping Tom a show, and you thought you were doing it for my benefit, then let's cut the pretend out of this and shoot straight for cold hard honesty
— Poppet, Ryan
God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind
— Poppet, Ryan
Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.
— Poppet, Ryan
His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.
— Poppet, Ryan
Pushing himself off the bed in a violent thrust, his lats widen like wings down his sides, where his waistcoat is open halfway to his waist to accommodate muscular builds, he indicates the gilded cage with outstretched arms. Showing off his supreme musculature, he says, “We have forever Phoebe.
— Poppet, Ryan
The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can't believe I'm even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with his movement when he adjusts his position for me to get an eyeful.
— Poppet, Ryan
He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.
— Poppet, Ryan
Now more than ever I wish I had a cup of oblivion. But there is no mercy for the people who have left the darkness for the light. The darkness lingers until you stand naked in the light and let it fill you up, in every corner of your soul.
— Poppet, Ryan
He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.
— Poppet, Sveta
The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I'm so rigid my muscles ache.
— Poppet, Sveta
I'm in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion's den.
— Poppet, Sveta
The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Look into my eyes and deny me.
— Poppet, Aisyx
she's so caught up she's unaware she's no longer the prisoner here, I am
— Poppet, Aisyx
In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.
— Poppet, Aisyx
I do so love the art of severing boundaries
— Poppet, Aisyx
He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.
— Poppet, Aisyx
I'm the riddle you have yet to solve
— Poppet, Aisyx
in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation
— Poppet, Aisyx
The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Do not feed fear. Starve it.
— Poppet, Aisyx
His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.
— Poppet, Aisyx
You failed her when you turned your back on what you are.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Aye,” he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.
— Poppet, Aisyx
For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!
— Poppet, Aisyx
Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Who knows what real really is...
— Poppet, Aisyx
Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence.
— Poppet, Aisyx
The flock mirror the madness of their liege.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Fear only has power when I cower under the illusion.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.
— Poppet, Aisyx
She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, “They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?
— Poppet, Aisyx
Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is not a vision but a hallucinogenic pause from responsibility.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Kin is a shortened term for kinetic. Kinetic means to move. All that moves is your kin
— Poppet, Aisyx
A shade slinks over me and I'm caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.
— Poppet, Aisyx
It shatters the game, exposing the players
— Poppet, Aisyx
Strong isn't about not being afraid, Caitlin. It's about facing what you're scared of.
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate."Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on.""They're for fighting, not fashion.""So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan.""And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off."Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite 
— J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound
Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow
Rena?” I looked up as a figure emerged from the white void of snowfall. The snow dusted his broad shoulders as he took long, measured strides toward me, his black coat flapping in the wind. As he neared, I made out his startled features. “Wallace?” His gaze burned with indiscernible emotion. “Are you hugging the lamp post?
— Carrie Butler, Strength
You need me, Kane. Maybe even more than I need you.
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
Last warning. I don't play nice.
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
I'm already inside your head. And your body's most definitely next.
— Lindsay J. Pryor
Calix shook his head. “Don’t mind him. Logan is what happens when kids don’t get hugged enough.
— Keri Lake, Soul Avenged
The wolves wait for you, little lamb.
— Keri Lake, Soul Avenged
There's only so much temptation a vampire can take.
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
You upped the ante with the wrong vampire, Caitlin.
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
But in that moment, I didn’t want to be trusted. I wanted something far more primal. I stretched up on my tiptoes and leaned in. I closed my eyes as his scent overcame me. When his lips touched mine it felt as if he’d caressed them with a feather. It was all I could do not to wrap myself around him and do things I’d never really thought about doing before.
— Sara Hubbard
He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.
— Lia Davis, Winter Eve
Yeah…hey, you have a male here.” Shay walked toward the hall, sniffing the air. “And he’s human. Way to go, Dani!
— Lia Davis, Winter Eve
He stepped into her line of sight and brushed the robe aside to press a tender kiss on her scarred breast. “They are part of you. I think you are beautiful with them.”“I’m not perfect like other shifters.”“I don’t want perfect because it doesn’t exist in any species.
— Lia Davis, Winter Eve
He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?”“I’m a cat, aren’t I?
— Lia Davis, Winter Eve
Without your own inner beast tamed ye can never tame the wild ones around ye!
— Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow
Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.~"Disarming (Reign of Blood #2)
— Alexia Purdy, Disarming
Thank you, miss …?”“Annabelle.” She dropped a napkin onto his lap and smiled. “And might I say you are a handsome gent. Beautiful green eyes! I can see why Miss Ayden fancies your company!”Kane frowned. “Miss Ayden? Is this the same creepy woman with the gray eyes and weapons arsenal dangling from her hips?”“Why yes, sir. Although, she’s not so scary, once you get to know her.” Anna backed away and clasped her fingers together. “Bit of a sweet spot she has.” She winked.“Yeah. I noticed.
— Keri Lake, Soul Avenged
Out of misery, comes unexpected joy.
— Milly Silver, Into the Dark, Vol. 1
Drawing her closer he tucked his chin and lifted hers to meet his abysmal onyx eyes.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow
Kevin was sitting on the railing waiting patiently and looking up at the sky with his mouth agape in a totally comical way. Kayn walked up beside him and teased, “Trying to catch flies?” (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack
— Kim Cormack
MacKenzie started to look frightened and Valor looked like he was going to kill somebody if they didn't stop scaring his girlfriend. At the same time, Victor looked like he was ready to step in and take control of the situation. And if these suits decided to pull out some guns, I could see where they might end up as a set of life-sized garden gnomes.
— Taylor Longford, Reason
Everywhere we went, every step we took, girls stopped talking and turned to stare. I'd never seen anything like it. But then, I don't suppose they'd ever seen anything like Reason.We found two seats together in the middle of the room and sat down while a low murmur of noise filled the lecture hall. It sounded like several hundred girls breathing "squee" all at once. I figured I might as well get used to it.
— Taylor Longford, Reason
Pregnant? But that's impossible. My patient's a man!
— Sara Trimble, A Woman's Revenge
Leave it to her to want to pet a monster.
— Sara Trimble, Heart Over Mind
Their eyes locked.They could see into each other's souls. This was why she had been bored.
— Marion Croslydon, Oxford Whispers
Susie and Pippa clinked their glasses together. I followed suit, but my heart wasn't in it anymore. It had already left the building.
— Milly Silver, Into the Dark, Vol. 1
The waiter repeated, "The cocktails are from Mr Seadon. He asked me to tell you that he thought you'd enjoy them. They are called Secrets.
— Milly Silver, Into the Dark, Vol. 1
Tell me, Lothaire, I want to know. Convince me why I should love you.”“Because any other female would!
— Kresley Cole, Lothaire
I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something,anything, other than his beauty. Or his body. A body I want pressed against mine, limbs and tongues twisted and tangled, our flesh contortioned into X-rated abstract art...
— S.L. Jennings, Dark Light
God, please God, touch me, inflame me, burn me, drive me insane with desire but don't let go of me, do not let go of me. - GABRIEL -
— Chris Lange, Gabriel
The fire that had been raging inside her ever since she met him, ever since she left him, was now having gasoline thrown on top of it--by the gallon.
— T.A. Grey, Bonds of Fire
What are you most scared of, Caitlin? What I can do to you, or how I make you feel?
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Shadows
Are you always so mistrusting?” he said, lifting a brow.“When my escort is a demon, yes.
— Lia Davis, Death's Storm
A sharp and familiar pang pierced his heart, rattled around his ribs, and then settled in his stomach like a rotting, dead weight. He took a swig of his Jack on the rocks, the burn not quite dulling the ache that had haunted him for two decades. God, he missed Anna. Enforcer's Redemption
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Enforcer's Redemption
Bay stood there, red hair curling around her face and the mass tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. Her green eyes were bright with the fear she probably thought she’d hidden so well.” ENFORCER’S REDEMPTION
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Enforcer's Redemption
You like playing with fire?”“Yes. It is my favorite element.” She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator
— Lia Davis, Death's Storm
He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. “Why do you resist my assistance?”She stopped walking and faced him. “Because I don't like you.
— Lia Davis, Death's Storm
Severian moved toward her, kneeling in front of her. His voice was pleading when he said, "When I return I mean to make you mine.""Do not return here Milord." She tried to pull away but some pain she saw in his face kept her eyes locked on him. "I am for Montparte.""You have my heart Meri and I will not settle for less than an equal measure of yours.
— Elizabeth Marx, Descent of Blood
She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often
— Lia Davis, Death's Storm
Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.
— Lia Davis, Death's Storm
His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him.
— Lia Davis, Death's Storm
Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him in.
— Chris Lange, Gabriel
Fuathan don’t come out until after dark. Sunlight kills them.’‘Like vampires?’‘Kind of. Very mean, sub-aquatic vampires who don’t need to drink your blood, but might do it anyway, just for fun.
— Somerset McCoy, The Mirrored Gate
But there was only so much worrying you could do before you just had to accept what life throws at you and move on, because some things were going to be out of your control, and others can’t be fixed or changed. And for everything I’d lost over the last couple of months, I still had a lot. More than I expected, actually.”.
— Jenn Bennett, Summoning the Night
Love indulged the masochist.
— Jaime Reed, Living Violet
How did they go from Braveheart to Brigadoon in less than five minutes?
— Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow
Amie blinked through the haze of her thoughts and the constant drum of the rains. A golden light swung back and forth in the distance like a pendulum and every second drew closer. Finally, Amie could tell it wasn’t a faerie light but a lantern, carried by a small green-cloaked person.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow
Looks like my superpowers don’t come with automatic manicures, thank heaven. I hate long nails.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow
What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."--Ralph Waldo Emerson
— Catherine E. McLean, Karma and Mayhem
Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted backgroundI was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? — The jury was still out on that possibility.
— Carol Van Atta, I Kissed a Dog
Just a taste. That was the Cambion policy, our credo. 'Just take enough to appease the spirit, then move on.' It sounded simple enough, but sometimes taking a little was worse than taking none at all.
— Jaime Reed, Burning Emerald
Jason woke to a feeling of fear, borne from a dream that he couldn’t remember when waking. But as his mind focused, he found the dream right before him. The half-woman lay perfectly molded against his body, her wings draped down her back.
— Derendrea, Valkyrie
A liar lies to others. A fool lies to herself.
— Sable Grace, Bedeviled
What passes thelips goes straight to the hips.
— Lisa Sanchez, Eve of Samhain
As a Cambion, balance is paramount. Never lose control, never allow emotions to run wild, and never, ever forget who you are and what lives within you. Such discipline requires a sound mind, a thick skin, and a high tolerance for all things weird, because one wrong move and it’s over. No matter how tempting it is at first, in the end, there’s nothing more tragic, more excruciating than losing yourself.Well, except maybe high school.
— S.A.M.
Between dainty bites, she told Amie, 'Oh, you simply are as darling a creature as Henry described! I had no idea of your being so grown up! Henry, she is positively frazzleging!' Amie deepened her smile, saying, 'And I had no idea you would be so pretty either, madam.
— Jennifer Silverwood
I am the Merlin, bane of the Vale, terror of the four lands. I am chaos and shadows, the last of my people.
— Jennifer Silverwood
I've traveled all over the world for the Institute, but I never dreamed I'd meet someone like you.""Strong?"A chuckle escaped her. "Yes.""Handsome?""Of course.""Sharp of wit and skilled with a sword?""Absolutely." An other chuckle. "But I mean a man… friend… guy. Oh, I don't know what to call you!"He savored her amusement—and her earnest words. "Just call me yours. That is all I want to be."(Ashlyn and Maddox)
— Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night
Chase's look was hot, wicked, and not appropriate for minors.
— Milly Taiden, Sharp Change
And then I met this girl.” He paused, his fingers finding mine in a tight squeeze. “And she made all my dark corners light
— Gwen Hayes
His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.
— Lia Davis
Her blond hair hung loose, cascading around her shoulders, and stopping over her breasts. She turned toward him, violet eyes meeting his gaze. For a moment, he lost all coherent thought.
— Lia Davis
A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.
— Lia Davis
She was the one person he’d hoped to avoid as much as possible when he’d taken his place as Sheriff of Maxville. It wasn’t that he disliked her, that was the problem. Despite his better judgment and a glutton for punishment, he still cared too damn much for the woman.
— Lia Davis
To see someone you love in so much pain—especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied—was the worst form of torture.
— Laura Kreitzer, Abyss
He wanted more, as did I, but we still had a ways to go. I wasn’t a tease and my demands seemed pretty reasonable: always be honest and try not to eat me.  ~ Sam, Living Violet
— Jaime Reed
He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.
— Lia Davis
The slam of a car door drew her attention to a new arrival. Maxville Deputy Sheriff Zach Manus emerged from his unmarked 2011 Camaro and stalked toward them. Deep sorrow and anger laced across his handsome features. His light-brown hair stood a little more on end than normal. He stopped in front of them, his frown deepening and his golden-brown eyes darkening.
— Lia Davis
Every time I complete a major project I reward myself with two full days of just reading and coffee! I do justify that it is my work!
— Delia J. Colvin
His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
— Lia Davis
When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in the blood that leaves me flushed and unsteady, dreaming in daylight.
— Victoria Lamb
Sometimes life can be unexpected. Sometimes things surprise you and all you can do is roll with the punches or let them beat you to a bloody pulp. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency
— P.S. Martinez
Yeah, I’ll believe that the day you give up your lip balm.”I gasped. “Never. Without it my lips feel naked and alone.” (Charity Rising)
— DeAnna Kinney
Why did you choose to save me?”“I could not let you die.” He placed the plate and glass on the kitchen counter.“But you have let goodness knows how many people die. Why me?”“You made me...” He leaned against the counter and looked at her. “You made me…feel.
— Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
Thin lips trace bold lines across my skin with a single, lingering kiss.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Let the Fates Decide
He looked at his watch and knew he had to get going. He wished he could spend forever staring at her, but he was not meant to have that much happiness; he never thought he deserved it. Not after spending centuries as he did.
— Daniele Lanzarotta
This is me figuring good behavior is for someone much younger." --Kestrel
— Sarah Purdy Gilman
He kissed and held her like it was the last time, but then again, he always did that, because there had always been that possibility of him losing her.
— Daniele Lanzarotta
Seth: "I write of love in my novels, write of it well, if my critics and fans are to be believed, but in all of my years at that typewriter, I never found the combination of words that would convey how I felt about you. You were my everything.
— Lissa Bryan, Ghostwriter
I'm looking forward to the noose. Nothing better than a good hanging.
— Victoria Lamb
Seriously, this old woman had no idea how close she came to being squashed like a roach. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency
— P.S. Martinez
I was either still dreaming or I had entered an alternate reality where I was a flippin' insane person. I doubted I had entered an alternate reality and a quick slap to my own face proved I wasn't still dreaming. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency
— P.S. Martinez
Have you been hitting the wine or my mother's brownies again?
— Terri Herman-Poncé, In This Life
Commitment and family were important decisions, but so were matters of the heart. [Monique] might not know much about politics, but she knew she couldn’t command her heart to love. And she’d never be pressured into giving herself to Eero, not to appease her family or to strengthen her brother’s political position. She’d seen all she cared to of him and his power in the short week that he pursued her and that night he’d tried to bind their powers without her consent.
— Constance Phillips, Fairyproof
Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions.
— Laura Kreitzer, Abyss
Taking advantage of me in my sleep, archangel?” --Gin
— Sarah Purdy Gilman
One speck of dung will spoil the pot. In order to keep my thoughts on a high level, I put a positive construction on things.
— Kathleen Rowland
Why was it that boys said girls were so hard to understand when she hadn't known a single guy who hadn't confused her to the point of screaming?
— C.C. Hunter, Taken at Dusk