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Barbara felt lightheaded, almost dizzy with what she was about to say. But she said it anyway. "As you wish, Your Majesty. In that case, I am afraid I must resign my position as Baba Yaga. If I am forced to choose between the work I was destined to do and the man I was destined to love, I choose the man.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
His jaw clenched and he wanted nothing more than to shake sense into her. Or just kiss her and give her as many damn orgasms as it took for her to see reason.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
Anyone who discounts you is a dumbass," I muttered as the golf cart jerked forward."And are you a dumbass?" the Pigeon inquired as she peeked under the tarp."Absolutely not...I'm a smartass.
— Robyn Peterman, Some Were In Time
I don't put bad people in the Void, Blayne. Only the guilty ones.
— Caroline Cairn, Forever Hers
I know you want me, Jenner," Bria said in a breathy tone. "Why don't you do something about it?
— Kate Baxter, The Dark Vampire
This is mine," he growled, fangs bared. "You are mine."Bria met him stare for stare. "Prove it.
— Kate Baxter, The Dark Vampire
What’s the worst that could happen?”“Don’t say that!” Bess and Corwin yelled at the same time.“You two are so superstitious.
— Georgette St. Clair, Bride Of The Alpha
I don't want you two hurt because of me."..."At least try, sweetling. Please." At her slight nod, he did what came natural and lowered his head. She gasped into his mouth, and he pressed his lips to hers. The electric shock between them only pushed him to kiss her deeper...."I think I can try if you're going to keep kissing me like that," she finally said, and he grinned.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, An Immortal's Song
As soon as she was ready for work, she called out to Eric's closed door. "Anything in particular you want for breakfast?"	"Yeah," he said, heading for the door. "But I don't think it's on the menu.
— Terry Spear, Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
They toasted each other, then after she sipped hers, she ate some of the bisque - creamy, a little buttery, with lots of big chunks of lobster and a hint of garlic. It was so good that she asked him for the recipe. He gave it to her and added," But I'll fix it for you anytime.
— Terry Spear, Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
His mouth was on hers, the champagne flavoring his tongue and lips, his sexy scent reaching her over the warm, bubbling water. She stroked his arms, loving the feel of his mouth against hers, hot and hungry. Just like hers was, unable to get enough, not wanting to give this up, wanting to kiss him until the sun rose in the morning.
— Terry Spear, Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
Time changed in an instant. One minute, you’re drinking a beer with your friends, talking about the increasingly scary storm outside; the next, you’re flying through the air with your body slamming into the nearest wall when lightning strikes. Or rather, when lightning strikes inside the room and hits you and six of your friends dead center.Eliana Sawyer’s life changed the moment she felt the energy of the gods ricochet through her body. The world as she knew it became grey, and the things that went bump in the night became all too real. The paranormal world wasn’t that of fiction anymore; now, she lived it. The way she saw the world, the way she saw life and fate changed. She couldn’t plan a future the same way she had. She couldn’t fall in love the way she’d thought to in the past.After the lightning strike, six of her friends had found out the hard way what happened when they fell in love with someone paranormal—they became paranormal themselves.Now, years later, here Eliana was—alone, all too human, and on the outside looking in.Of course, she wasn’t that alone anymore. She never would be again. While her friends had fallen for angels, demons, dragons, and wolves, she’d fallen for a mere human. A human that had taken her heart and shattered it into a thousand pieces, all the while leaving her with nothing but an echo of what he had once been, what they had once been together.That wasn’t the only thing he’d left her with.He’d also left the life currently growing in her womb.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Prowled Darkness
So," Tristan said with an odd grin. "This is my home."Seth looked at Armara, who blinked at him. "It's ...big," Seth said slowly.Armara laughed quietly and bumped her should against his arm. "It is that."...Tristan snorted and shook his head. "I'd make a joke along the lines of, 'well if you think this is big,'"...Nothing like a dick joke to bring people together.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, An Immortal's Song
Sitting in a bar for hours on end wouldn’t help matters, but Tristan Archer figured he might as well try it out. It may take him far longer to get drunk than it would if he were human, yet he figured he’d give it a go. After the hellish few months he’d had, he would try anything at this point.He ran a hand through his short, auburn hair that tended to look brown in the bar’s lighting and sighed. He shouldn’t have accepted his friend Levi’s invitation to dinner and drinks at Dante’s Circle in the human realm. He should have rejected the offer and gone back to the thousand other things he had to do within the fae realm and inside the Conclave.Tristan wasn’t just any fae. He was a nine-hundred-year-old fae prince with responsibilities that lay heavily on his shoulders. He was also a Conclave member, where he helped govern every paranormal realm in existence with another fae member and two others from each race. That was how he’d become friends with Levi, a wizard and prince in his own right.So here he was, in Dante’s Circle, a bar owned and named after a royal blue dragon; the meeting place of seven women and their mates with a history he couldn’t immediately comprehend.Of course, it was because one of those women that he’d rather be in the fae realm instead of the dark bar with oak paneling and photos on the walls that spoke of generations of memories and connections. He’d been here a few times in the past, always on the outside of the circle of lightning-struck woman and their mates, but never fully excluded.They’d welcomed Tristan into their fold, even if they didn’t understand why it hurt him so to be that close to what he couldn’t have.Or maybe they understood all too well. After all, one of their own was the reason for his confusion, his torture. The object of his desire.“If you keep glowering at her over in the corner, you’ll end up scaring her more than she already is,” Seth said from his side.Tristan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immediately regretting the action as soon as he did. The man next to him smelled of the sea. And hope. His heart ached and his dick filled.Seth Oceanus was a merman, a friend, and his mate.His true half.Or at least one of them.Not that he or Seth could do anything about it when the other part of their triad didn’t feel the same way.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, An Immortal's Song
No, it’s fine. I know you’re late. Maybe we can talk tomorrow, but I’m going to be in and out all day.”“That’s what he said,” she purred.
— Dannika Dark, Seven Years
She was the last lightning-struck without a mate, and therefore, human.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Prowled Darkness
Pain is mostly mind over matter: if you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the way you taste.
— Katie Reus, Enemy Mine
My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany.My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.
— Jes Dory, Isle
That dress makes me want to do bad things to you."	There was a long pause in which her sweet honeysuckle scent grew, twisting around him. Finally she spoke, her voice low. "What kinds of things?
— Katie Reus, Enemy Mine
What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink.Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear."How human you are," he whispered.
— Jes Dory, Isle
Uh, hi," she said, lifting a hand in greeting.	"Hi yourself," Liam said, feeling remarkably calm, under the circumstances. "Did you just walk out of that closet?" He looked her over, taking in her unusual attire, jewels, sword, and all. She looked exotic, stunningly beautiful, and in some intangible way, more herself than he'd ever seen her.	"Nice outfit. Special occasion?" He was fairly certain she hadn't just come from a costume ball. Unless it was one that involved some kind of giant pumpkin and a fairy godmother.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
She certainly hadn't planned to sleep with anyone. But Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy had approached and it had been over for her.
— Katie Reus, Enemy Mine
I love you," he said, holding her close and running his fingers through her tangled hair as if he couldn't believe she was still in his arms. "I think you've cast a spell on me, wicked witch that you are."	Baba thought that if this is what it meant to be wicked, she was all for it.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
Dragons loved treasure, that was not a myth about his kind, and Rhea was the greatest treasure of all.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
What do you envy?"	Liam gestured around the Airstream. "All this. You travel around the country , no roots, no ties, having all sorts of adventures and meeting new people. It must be nice not to constantly have folks tugging at you, expecting you to solve all their problems for them, knowing everything about you down to whether you wear boxers or briefs."	Baba raised an eyebrow, and he flushed a little.	"Briefs. But that's not my point.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
You were thinking about the hunky sheriff. I don't blame you. If I weren't a dragon, and a male one at that, I'd be drooling over him myself." He lifted his muzzle to look at her. "So what are you going to do about him?"	Baba sighed. "Probably something truly unwise."	"Excellent," Chudo-Yudo said. "About time. No one should be wise all the time. Not even a Baba.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
It's about damned time," he said in a husky voice. "If I had to wait five more minutes to kiss you, I think I probably would have turned into a dragon myself.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
So, Sheriff," she said. "How do you feel about a life of crime?
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
She'd seen what was between his legs and she wasn't ashamed to admit she wanted to see it again. More than just see it. Touch and taste would be a good start.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
I do want you. More than my next breath.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
Stu looked over his shoulder at the trailer. "She seems like a nice old lady, but jeez, that's a big dog."	"Yes," said Liam. "But a small dragon.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
The most possessive part of Conall didn't want another male to even look at Rhea.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
I feel like my life started the moment I met you," he murmured.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
Bang, bang, bang. On it continued, the knocking incessant and aggravating.	Conall growled, baring his canines as if ready to attack. She felt the feral dragon rippling under the surface, felt the exact same way right now.	"Someone better be dead," she muttered.	"I can arrange that." By his dark expression, she didn't think he was kidding.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
I have a present for you," he murmured, still stroking along her spine. He loved the way she felt curled against him. Like she'd been made for him.	Laughing lightly, she laid her head back on his chest. "Pretty sure you just gave it to me.
— Katie Reus, Into the Darkness
One night of hot sex should have been easy enough to forget, but she couldn't get the images of their intertwined, naked bodies or his intoxicating scent out of her head.
— Katie Reus, Enemy Mine
Liam jumped. "Jeez --you can talk!"	Chudo-Yudo rolled his eyes. "Right. So a talking dragon is okay, but a talking dog freaks you out? Dude, you're going to have to adjust to this crap a lot faster than that if you're going to be any help.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
Mrs. Ivanov's gentle face was pale and bewildered, her wrinkles falling in on themselves as though they'd given up trying to hold on to any expression other than sorrow.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Dangerous
He quirked a brow. “What the hell are you playing at, anyway?”She lifted her chin. “Camouflage.”“Deus, woman.” His gaze raked down her body. They were in a bar full of shifters one inch away from a full-out brawl, but damn if that hot, dark look didn’t send a thrill shooting straight to her womb. “If that’s camouflage, then I’m king of the faeries.
— Rebecca Rivard, Tempting the Dryad
Don’t worry, I’m the business expert here, and when I make my first million, I’m going to sue those werewolves’ asses off,” Priscilla said cheerfully.  “They’ll have no ass left. They’ll be ass-less. They’ll look ridiculous.
— St. Clair, Georgette
I’m brutally honest.”              “No kidding. Sometimes a little too honest. There’s this word called tact, it’s in the dictionary under the letter T.”“I don’t believe you, I think you just made that word up.
— St. Clair, Georgette
And now,” he said, “You’re all sticky. You really need a shower. I happen to have a shower.”“You do?” her voice rose in a squeak.“Yes, I do. And if you’re wondering if that was just a transparent excuse to get your clothes off, then yes, it was. Because I really want to fuck you. I’m sorry, was that too crude?’              “Oh, no.” Her voice was faint, and her heart hammered against her chest. “Not at all. It’s just crude enough.
— St. Clair, Georgette
Oh my," she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.
— Jes Dory, Isle
Warm lips met her shoulder where he placed a light kiss. "Doona be afraid of me. I'll always protect you."	Kinsey moved back against him, allowing her shoulder to rub against his bare chest. Heat radiated from him, cocooning her in everything Ryder.
— Donna Grant, Smoke and Fire
Only light comes out of darkness," she whispered.
— Donna Grant, Smoke and Fire
Don't blink. Don't even blink." she whispered."What in the hell are you talking about?" Aiden looked around trying to identify a hidden threat."You blink and you're dead." Meryn stared at the two large stone angels on either side of a heavy looking wooden door unblinking. Aiden's hand went to his sidearm."Meryn, that is just a statue.""But what if it isn't? I mean up until this week I didn't think paranormals existed and now you're all over the fucking place. I can't take the chance.
— Alanea Alder, My Commander
Do you always drink from a glass?" she finally exploded. Gavriel shook his head. "Over my lifetime, I have fed in nearly every way imaginable. Drinking from a glass is tame is comparison." Meryn started to grin. "Would you drink from a man?" Gavriel nodded. "Would you drink in a van?" she asked, her eyes dancing. "I don't see why not," he replied. Elizabeth stared as Meryn continued. "Would you drink from an actor?" Again, Gavriel nodded. Laughing, Elizabeth shook her head at Meryn. "Would you drink on a tractor?" Meryn could barely get the words out she was laughing so hard. Gavriel frowned. "Maybe from a farmer if the need were dire.
— Alanea Alder, My Protector
What man didn't enjoy a beautiful woman curled up in his lap, even if she did treat him like a scratching post every time she woke up?
— Paige Tyler, Her Fierce Warrior
Did you see that bison on the wall there? He’s so big. And so cute.”Angelo grinned. “I thought you might say that. That’s why I got a smaller version.” He took the plush animal from inside his jacket, where he’d been hiding it, and placed it on the table. “This is Ted.”Minka’s eyes glistened with tears as she stared at it. Crap, what had he done wrong? He’d thought she’d love it.But then she grabbed the toy in one hand, threw her arms around Angelo, and squeezed him so hard his ribs creaked.“Thank you,” she said against his chest. “He’s perfect.
— Paige Tyler, Her Fierce Warrior
Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely.	Minka didn't answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.
— Paige Tyler, Her Fierce Warrior
Angelo pulled his uniform overshirt over his head without undoing the buttons, which she thought was a pretty impressive feat. Then she saw what he was hiding under there and decided the view was much more impressive. Technically, he was still clothed, but the light tan T-shirt was really tight, and she didn’t have to use her imagination very much to figure out there were a lot of muscles under it. Just the sight of his big arms rippling as he moved was enough to make Minka catch her breath.When he reached behind his head to pull off his T-shirt, Minka found herself licking her lips in anticipation. She felt bad for watching him like this, but she couldn’t help herself. Then she looked up and saw Angelo regarding her with an amused expression on his handsome face.“I understand why you want to keep the door open, and I’m okay with that,” he said. “But you might want to look the other way for this part.”Minka felt heat rush to her face. She nodded and stepped out of the doorway, turning to sit down on the floor beside the bathroom like Angelo had done. Her fingers dug into the stuffed sloth’s fur. She was glad he couldn’t see her face because it was probably bright red. Why had she been staring like that?
— Paige Tyler, Her Fierce Warrior
I realized my sorrow, the regret of a restless, doomed spirit, rang in my voice. For the first time I wondered if my fate was to helplessly watch violence until I became as mad as the men who committed the murders.
— Christina Dodd, Love Never Dies
She didn't know why being near him made the beast inside her go away, and she didn't care. She was Minka in his arms and a monster out of them. That was all that mattered to her.
— Paige Tyler, Her Fierce Warrior
What could possibly go wrong with faking love with a stranger on national TV?
— Zoe Forward, Playing The Witch's Game
How can the daughter of an whore ever think to hold the heart of a King?
— Jen A. Durand, Shadowy Lights: Fear
Do you have any idea how maddening it's been envisioning you in the lingerie that matches those shoes?"...	"Corbin, I'm serious."	"I'm sure you are but that is my final offer. Take it or leave it and if you chose the latter, I will let this home sit empty and fall into disrepair until you finally come around."	I closed my eyes and sighed, "That's really not fair."	"Anything is fair when I'm trying my level best to get you to fall in love with me...."	I kissed him gently on the lips and walked away from him but just as I reached the hall, I turned back to see him watching me. "Oh, and if we're NOT playing fair, then maybe you should know I'm not wearing any underwear.
— Brynn Myers, The Life & Death of Jorja Graham
Dark Fae are evil. They do evil things to each other, but there is an unspoken rule that you never harm family."	She held him tighter, wishing she could take away his pain with a hug. "Families hurt each other all the time.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
Kyran stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles. “You’re needed, River. It’s not by accident that you know what you do about the Fae and were put in our path. You’re destined to aid us in this.”When she didn’t respond, he tried again. “Think of all the innocents, like your family and Jordyn’s, who were killed. You have a chance to help us put an end to such things for everyone. The half-Fae will no longer need to fear for their lives. And I promise you I’ll figure out who has hunted your family and end it.”Her resigned look cut through him. “You can’t do that. You work for Death. I doubt you’ll be given leave to help me.”“Let me deal with that. Whether you help me or not, I’m going to find out why the Dark are hunting your family. And then I’m going to make sure it never happens again.”River swung her gaze to him. She tucked a long length of hair behind her ear. “Do I have your word you’ll stop whoever is after me?”“Aye.” Kyran held out his hand.River stared at it a moment before she leaned up and took it. They shook, her small hand in his. “Then I’ll help you.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
Death's head cocked to the side. "I can be very ... persuasive ... when needed.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
Her eyes opened and clashed with his. Kyran had the insane urge to lean down and kiss her. Twice in a matter of hours. If he were smart, he'd put some distance between them.	Then again, only a fool would walk away from someone like her.	And Kyran wasn't a fool.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
If you want me, take me," she dared him.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
Kyran was a Dark Fae, but that's not what she saw when she loo9ked at him. She saw a man who was devoted to his friends and his cause. She saw a man who was haunted by his past.	She saw a man who made her think of the future.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
The orgasm came upon her unexpectedly. It slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave. Her breath locked in her lungs as the climax swept over her, lifting her up and carrying her to untold heights.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
As he stared down at River's lips, swollen from his kisses, there was no question she would be his. The fire within her matched his.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Embrace
If a relationship crumbles in the universe, does anyone hear it fail?
— Cheryl Sterling, Tall, Dark and Slayer
Time slowed. He was thinking in colors and sensations now, not words. The curve of her breast. The shimmer of her skin. The way her breath caught when he touched her—there.
— Rebecca Rivard, Lir's Lady
Gabe ran his hand through his hair and suppressed sending an entreaty to God. It wouldn’t do any good. The motley crew before him could only have been sent by the devil himself.His long lost sister, a hippie vampire, an angry Italian cop, and a tattooed man with no last name. It was as if Central Casting had thrown up its hands and sent over whomever had walked in the door.
— Cheryl Sterling, Tall, Dark and Slayer
I didn’t argue. Anybody who that drove a Hummer and carried a Glock, let alone had the audacity to wear white after Labor Day, wasn’t to be trifled with.
— Cheryl Sterling, Tall, Dark and Slayer
I will do what I must to protect you. If you were seriously hurt…Don’t make me live with that. Don’t make me have to survive your death.
— Zoe Forward, Playing The Witch's Game
There's more to life than..." Her eyes darted to the shore where Shannon had found a decent place to film them. "Jumping into the sack."	"Not much," he muttered. "There's a lot to be said for a good fuck.
— Zoe Forward, Playing The Witch's Game
He groaned and murmured, "If I didn't think I was going to die, I'd have you right here.
— Zoe Forward, Playing The Witch's Game
At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table.
— Donna Grant, Smoke and Fire
I woke in his arms and I knew I'd never be happier than I was in this moment. I watched his chest rise and fall as he slept peacefully next to me. As I relished in this tranquility, the sight of his body stirred me once again. My heart was attached and I knew I was ruined. It was a lesson I knew all too well, when you love, you hurt... they were two sides of the same coin.
— Brynn Myers, The Life & Death of Jorja Graham
He placed his hand on her back, used the other to clasp hers. A jolt of electricity pulsed inside him. In that moment, he was more than a blood-thirsty vampire. For the first time since he was human himself, he felt like a man, captivated by her touch.
— Patricia A. Wolf, Christmas with a Bite
Shouldn’t you be at your posts?” Jayden stepped up.Logan nodded.“Just talking about…girl stuff,” Tristan said.“Mascara,” Blake said.“What?” Tristan said.“Leaving.” Logan shoved the boys.Jayden leaned in. “There’s something the others wish to remain secret. But I think having the knowledge would be beneficial. You’re—”“Bait.” I didn’t bother to hide my grin.“Precisely, but don’t be alarmed because—” He jerked back. “You know?”“I do.”Jayden stared blankly, then patted my head. “Excellent.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
I want to hear you cry out in pleasure again."	"All you have to do is touch me.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
If we continue, we die," Baylon said.	Jordyn touched his face. "If I don't have you inside me, I die.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
You’re sure? I thought I heard someone.”“Nope, not a soul,” Blake said. “Get it. Soul. Because we’re in a church.
— A.E.  Kirk
the cross had slipped back onto my chest. I unclasped it and after wrapping the chain around the metal, tucked it into my bra
— A.E.  Kirk
I tucked the feather into my bra, then glanced up at the sudden heavy silence. “What?”Blake grinned. “What else you got in there? Can I see?”“Shut up, Blake!” said the rest of the boys.
— A.E.  Kirk
We could finally put our seduction tactics to good use.” He danced around twirling a fire poker. “Me, me, me. I’ll do it. I’m so up for personal bodyguard boyfriend. This job has my name written all over it!”My immediate “No!” was echoed by the rest of the boys.“Babe.” Blake walked towards me with open arms. “It’ll be fun!”I scooted over the back of the couch.“Down boy.” Ayden shoved him off course.I shrugged and tried to look disappointed at Blake’s wounded expression. “You’re just too much man for me.”He nodded knowingly.
— A.E.  Kirk
I’ll take a shower.”“Want company?”“Enough, Blake.” Ayden stood and backhanded the big guy’s chest.“Just trying to do my Hexy Knight duty. How about we carpool tomorrow, babe? You could sit on my lap. I make a great seat belt.”“Shut up, Blake,” Ayden and I said in unison.
— A.E.  Kirk
A whoosh and the lines of fire sucked back toward Ayden, flames disappearing into his hands. Back to normal.“Ayden’s the most visually effective,” Matthias said.A burning scent lingered but no damage to the “hottie” in front of me. I know, I know, but I couldn’t resist.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
He fanned his fingers and spider lines cracked the ice. Seconds later the tea boiled.“You control tea?”Jayden’s satisfied smile faltered. “No. I…I control water. The tea, the actual plant doesn’t change, however—” He caught my look and nodded. “Ohhh. You were being facetious.”“If that means joking, yes I was
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
Ayden and I clapped our hands over our ears when the shrieking started.“Yes. I can see that you’re enthused,” Jayden tried to speak over the girls’ squealing, “but you need—”Danica snatched the backstage passes from Jayden. “No way!”“Uh, yes. Way?” Jayden said.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago."	Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response."	"It's the truth.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
I shot him daggers. Along with swords, scythes, scalpels, shivs, shanks, stilettos, and any other sharp weapon I could think of that began with an “s.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
Son of a—Rora?” Blake slid out of the crater he’d just made in the wall. “Crap. What are you doing here?” He saw my wrist. “Handcuffs? I definitely want that story.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
A cool hand touched my arm. I jerked back. “Don’t! You’ll burn!”“I’m used to it.” Ayden’s brown eyes twinkled. “In fact, I’ve been told I’m smokin’.” He held out a hand, his voice soft. “By an incredible redhead who I wish, for once, knew she could trust me.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
This time, try to keep your hands to yourself,” Ayden whispered in my ear. “Your octopus routine could get a bit embarrassing with this crowd.”“Th—that’s not funny.”“Come on. It was a little funny. You’re smiling.”I buried my face in his chest so he couldn’t see he was right.“Now,” Blake said, “about those handcuffs. That’s just—”“Don’t say it,” Ayden warned.“Kinky.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
Aurora!” Dad came running out.“Over here.”“We’re going to head home.” Dad leaned against a post at the bottom of the steps. “Hey, guys. What’re you talking about?”I smiled. “Just…girl stuff.”“Tampons,” Blake blurted.My jaw dropped. Dad’s eyes went wide. “Well, that’s…very…uh…” He backed a few steps. Glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll just…um…Gemma!” And he was sprinting toward the building.“Blake!” we all snapped.“Sorry, I panicked.”“Aurora,” Ayden said. “You’d better—before your mom—”“Yep.” I raced down the steps. “Dad, he was kidding!
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
Blake hung an arm on my shoulders. “Alone at last.”“I’m right here,” Logan said.“Maybe you shouldn’t be.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
Blake dug a hand into our popcorn.Jayden leaned forward. “Aurora, perhaps you can reconcile our debate. Is Hitchcock horror or suspense?”“Suspense,” Tristan said.“Horror,” Logan countered.“You thought Sleepless in Seattle was horror,” Tristan said. “All that lovey-dovey stuff gave you nightmares.”“Sad but true,” Jayden confirmed.
— A.E.  Kirk, Demons at Deadnight
No one will bother us now."	She touched his lips with her finger. "I think I'll scream if they do."	"Oh, you'll be screaming. That I promise you.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
You are quite the surprise," he whispered softly, clasping her shoulders and eyeing her mouthwatering lips. "You have no idea what you're doing to me.
— Patricia A. Wolf, Christmas with a Bite
He held her face in his hands, searching her eyes as if to read her thoughts."You can have me anytime you want," he murmured, his voice low and raspy.""Oh, I am totally going home with you tonight," she said with a groan and wink.
— Patricia A. Wolf, Christmas with a Bite
Erith," he said and bowed his head.	Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
What did he call them? Lupus garous? Fancy name for a horror-flick creature.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep
You are such a drama llama!" she shouted at her mother.	The redhead blinked. "It's drama queen, dear."	"No, it's llama...
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
He groaned a little and pulled his mouth free, pressing it against her forehead, then her cheeks.	"I was going to start a fire ---"	He smiled down at her. "You did.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep
I watched the colored lights and sparkles coming off of Sebastian in the dark water, as the ocean began the process of rebuilding his tail. I longed to join him in the water, to wrap my arms around him and let him carry me under the sea; but I wasn't ready. For him, the ocean was a home; for me it was death. Without being able to transform, the ocean depths would suffocate me, the pressure collapse my bones and flesh.
— D.S. Murphy, Shearwater
She looked Con up and down. ... "I went to do your stupid ass a favor. Next time I'll decline."	She started to turn away when his hand wrapped around her arm to hold her. Rhi looked down at his fingers, then at his face.	"I doona trust you."	"You never have," she responded coolly. "This is nothing new."	He yanked her close so that their faces were inches apart. "If you betray us, there's nowhere you can hid where I won't find you. And kill you."	She smiled, briefly debating putting her lips to his and seeing his reaction. Right before she teleported away, she said, "Kiss my grits.
— Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger
She turned off all the lights in the duplex and peered out the windows, moving from one room to the next to see if she could catch sight of the a black sedan. Security lights and streetlights in her complex cast a strange orange glow on the misty snow. It looked like the perfect night for a murder.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep
He chuckled. She turned to see what was funny and nearly had a heart attack.	He was holding one hot-pink-and-white mug while reading it, the other sitting on the counter: 'Men should be like my curtains, easy to pull and well hung.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep
Wait—what?” He’d said the last statement so casually, I almost didn’t grasp its significance. “There are merrow who want to destroy the human race?” I pictured a hundred thousand Sebastians, capable of punching through picnic tables and moving faster than we could even see them. It would be a slaughter. A mermaid apocalypse. I almost laughed at the thought, but the impulse died in my throat. I felt sick. I couldn’t believe I’d wanted to kiss him just a few moments ago.
— D.S. Murphy
I know you're more than fae."	She just grinned. "It's true, I'm part fae, part awesome.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius.	But she wanted him.	That made all the difference in the end.
— Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger
You’re mine,” he growled. He hoped she really understood that too. That she was his in every sense of the word. And vice versa. The female completely owned him. Until the day he died, he would be hers.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
They wanted to stick her on a spit and roast her --- after doing some horrible things to her.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
She watched him for a long moment, an adorably annoyed frown wrinkling her forehead. "You're obnoxious when you're right.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-
— Angele Gougeon, Sticks and Stones
You carry the weight of the preternatural world on those big shoulders of yours. But your heart is even bigger, and the burden you harbor there heavier.
— N.D. Jones, Of Fear and Faith
He knelt between her legs and flicked his tongue up the length of her slick folds.	And knew what heaven was when she slid her fingers into his hair, moaning his name like a prayer.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
Uh...are we going to talk about what just happened?" Victoria asked as Drake stepped over to Finn's desk to look at the map layout of the cemetery, seemingly calm about the fact that Bo and Nyx had just disappeared into thin air.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
Drake, her sexy mate, just lifted a big shoulder. "Bo clearly does not know how to act around his female. Once he figures out how to, they will be mated soon."	"No doubt," Finn murmured.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
I smell?"	"You smell..." He flicked a glance at Bo, who was growling. "You tell her then."	Bo's jaw tightened, but he looked at her with a rawness on his face that completely undid her. "Like roses and sunshine. It makes them want to kill you or eat you or..." He cleared his throat, not needing to finish because she knew what he meant. "It's very enticing.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
Even though she was terrified she'd somehow get Bo killed because he'd gotten trapped here with her, she was still glad to have him here. In that moment she realized there was no one else she'd rather have by her side.	That scared her more than anything because Bo was the one male she shouldn't want.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
He pulled out a couple of mugs while she warmed up the cocoa. He chuckled and she turned to see what was funny and nearly had a heart attack.He was holding one hot pink and white mug while reading it, the other sitting on the counter: Men should be like my curtains, easy to pull and well hung.Her lips parted, she had to have turned cherry red, and she turned away quickly before she burned the cocoa. Now what? Explain that a friend had given them to her when her last boyfriend and she had parted company? Or just ignore the fact that they were drinking out of those cups while she was having hot cocoa with him and pretend she wasn’t embarrassed to the tip of her toes?He brought the mugs over. “Anything else?”“There’s a can of whipped cream in the fridge, if you want some.”“Real cream,” he said, eyeing the can. “Looks good.” He gave it to her, and he lifted the mugs.She shook up the can and pointed it at the right mug, pushed the nozzle, and the cream dripped and fizzled. Not to be thwarted, she shook it again, hoping that it wasn’t defective. And then the whipped cream swirled around with perfect ridges in a twirl on top with a cute little pointy peak. Perfect.Then she turned to the other mug, shook the can again, and pushed the nozzle. It was working great until halfway through her little mountain of whipped cream twirling to perfection, when the nozzle malfunctioned again and spewed whipped cream everywhere.In horror, she stopped what she was doing and stared at the white cream splattered all over Allan’s chest and a few that had dotted his boxer briefs. Her mouth agape, she glanced up at him.His eyes sparkled with mirth and he laughed.“Oh, oh, let me get something to wipe it up,” she said, belatedly, and set the can of whipped cream on the counter.She grabbed some paper towels and wetted them, then rushed back to wipe the mess up. He was still holding onto both hot pink mugs of cocoa. She had every intention of taking one of the mugs and letting him clean himself, but he just moved his arms apart as if to say she made the mess, she could wash it up.She thought she was going to die. Yes, he was totally hot. And yes, she’d fantasized about making love to him—since they were both unattached, and she truly liked him. But in her wildest dreams she would never have imagined making him cocoa in the middle of the night in her duplex while he stood in sexy silk briefs, not baggy, but nice and form fitting, and then she proceeded to splatter him with whipped cream. All over his tanned chest and those black briefs.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep
What do you want for her?"	"Dragon bones."	The leader's eyes narrowed even as his pupils turned to vertical slits. The contrasting actions was jarring to see. "That's impossible."	Rory lifted a shoulder, casual indifference. "Nothing's impossible. I want them, you want this female. Find me dragon bones, you get her.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
Are you naked?" he rasped out.	Swallowing hard, she nodded.
— Katie Reus, Hunted by Darkness
All it takes is one small voice to make a difference." Thread
— Shawn Reilly, Thread
Death was the judge. The Reapers were the executioners. Death was the one who decided who the Reapers would visit and exact their justice.
— The Reapers answered to just one entity - Death.
I'm not one to let such a striking man pass without looking my fill.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.
— Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Claim
He was the kind of man who turned heads. And he was all hers.
— That made her feel ridiculously proud. Her wolf wanted to strut around and freaking preen that this was her male.
Are you nervous?"...	"A little."	"Do you want to stop?"	"No, just go slow."	"I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
I'm not letting you -- us -- go that easily, sweetheart, so get used to having me in your life.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Craving
You look good in my shirt," he murmured.	The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?"	His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured.	"If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Craving
If I'm moving too fast or coming on too hard...
— N.D. Jones, Heat, Hunt, Hope
Because I’m attracted to you. Because you’re the poster child for contradictions and I enjoy each one of them. You’re funny when you’re being so damn serious. You have a kind heart and protective nature that reminds me so much of my father.
— N.D. Jones, Of Fear and Faith
I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, sweetheart. All supple and voluptuous, a mountain of curves I can't wait to climb.
— N.D. Jones, Of Fear and Faith
If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Craving
This was no figment of his imagination.	This was flesh, blood and pure sin in a dress.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Craving
A dark-haired man with electric-blue eyes hadn't taken his eyes off Caro since she'd sat down. He watched her like, well, a predatory wolf watched his mate.	Caro glanced over her shoulder and when she turned to face Nissa her expression was dark.	"Uh oh. "I'm sorry. Is mate the wrong word? I'm still not sure of all the correct --"	She shook her head and placed a gentle hand on hers. "I'm sorry, it's not that. No, he's not my mate. He's a very persistent... Never mind. I'm actually unmated.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Craving
You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained.	She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there.
— Savannah Stuart, Dangerous Craving
I don’t need a ritual to tell me we have a biological connection, or that the gods have already decided we complement each other. Even with that, Sanura, we have our own free will. If we decide to begin a relationship, I want it to be because we want to be together, not because biology or the gods say we should be together.
— N.D. Jones, Of Fear and Faith
This century faded—as did the last several—and she was Aphrodite again, goddess of lust and pleasure and sex, and she was home.
— Liz Meldon, The Maenad of Manhattan
A year ago, she'd have opened her arms to him and bonded with him before falling in love. A year ago she'd been so secure in who she was an her place in the world, that she'd have known that the love would eventually come with the mating -that nature would work itself out. A year ago, she'd been stupid and naive.
— Savannah Stuart, Worth the Risk
I don't know what this nice guy routine is, but I know who you are and why you're here so if you think you can seduce me for whatever reason, you're out of your mind. And you better not think you can try that crap with Shea, I will claw you to ribbons."	His emerald eyes darkened until they were practically black. He leaned closer until he was inches from her ear. She tried to ignore his earthy scent but found it impossible with his hot breath against her neck. "I do want to fuck you, long and hard, but not for any other reason that I want you. For the record, I haven't been with a woman - wolf or human - in over two decades.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
The man and wolf inside him experienced a surge of primal satisfaction. It had been so long since he'd let his guard down around anyone. After just one kiss, he was ready to bed her. That hadn't happened to him in...ever.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
No one fucks with the Lazos brothers.
— Savannah Stuart, Worth the Risk
He might be an alpha wolf but so was she. She didn't take well to orders, even if they were from her mate.
— Savannah Stuart, Worth the Risk
She said her pack died."	"How?"	"She didn't say."	"And you didn't ask?" Thomas' gravelly voice was incredulous.	"It's complicated."	"I'll bet. You stink of sex. Is the reason you haven't asked because you haven't come up for air?
— Savannah Stuart, Worth the Risk
You're very quiet," she murmured.	"That's because I'm the big bad wolf," he growled playfully.
— Savannah Stuart, Worth the Risk
What are you doing?" she whispered.	He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
You're a machine," she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek.	"Only for you, sweetheart.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
Growing up she'd heard rumors about the enforcer and how badass he was...
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
His hands, which had been on her hips, suddenly grasped the slim strap of her panties and snapped the material apart.	"You owe me another pair," she gasped.	"Stop wearing them and it won't be a problem.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
Thank you," she said against his neck.	For what?"	For putting up with me."	He chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.
— Savannah Stuart, Power Unleashed
Tell me, Constantine, who was afraid of what?"	There was no sense in answering. No matter what Con said, Ulrik would never admit that he was wrong and Con was right.
— Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger
Turn your pain into purpose.
— Nelou Keramati
And to think of all colors in the world, blood chose to be red." ~ The Fray Theory
— Nelou Keramati
She needs tampons. Evidently it helps with this process. We have to secure the location of where they are being sold, acquire them and then get them back to my mate posthaste.
— Alanea Alder, My Commander
His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette.
— Nelou Keramati
He's not my alpha.""Oh, he's most definitely yours," Charlie said. "He's been watching you for the last twenty minutes as if he could do very, very wicked things to you.
— Savannah Stuart, To Catch His Mate
The only thing I'm afraid of losing... is you.
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
You should have been born a poet,” she whispered as she pulled away.“Screw that,” he laughed as he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’d rather be a porn star,” he said
— Amelia Hutchins, A Demon's Dark Embrace
Dakota pulled a lollipop out of his pocket before quickly unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. "What kind of vampire sucks on human candy?
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
I should spank you; I didn’t enjoy you impulsively ditching me, but I did enjoy your driving.”“Wait, back up. You…” She paused as she replayed what he’d said earlier. “I was watching for you; how the hell?”“I think somewhere between screaming freedom, and crying your pretty little eyes out, you missed me sifting in and I was at a loss for the weirdness of the situation. I was also pretty sure you wanted some alone time
— Amelia Hutchins
Trixie murmured. "It's on like Donkey Kong.
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
You are a spitfire of a woman, do you know that? You remind me of a horse that hasn't been broken yet. All skittish and full of wild energy.""Are you for real?" Her jaw fell open. "Did you just compare me to a horse?
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire
Wake up, sleeping beauty," he whispered in her ear. "The sun is just about to crest the mountains.""Tell it to wait," she mumbled.
— Donna Grant, Dark Heat: The Dark Kings Stories
Dakota started laughing. "You wouldn't have anything back there to help me tame a punk-rock wild child with a disdain for cowboys, would you?
— Sara  Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire