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Your death, strange human. I mean, your injury. No murder, just a little maiming. So I can leave. Maiming’s not so bad.
— Eliza Crewe, Cracked
But worries are for people who can’t pull grown men apart with their bare hands.
— Eliza Crewe, Cracked
I eye the three of them, considering. They’ll need a lesson in discretion before I go. Not a lethal lesson. Mom wouldn’t like that.
— Eliza Crewe, Cracked
My teeth rip skin; my jaws snap bones. I am fast, lightning-fast, snuff— oh-was-that-your-life?—oh-was-that-your-life?— fast.
— Eliza Crewe, Cracked
I’ve heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.The god of the dead.
— Kate Rooper, Jane Unwrapped
Oooooh, don’t make her mad!” the leader gasps around his laughter.
— Eliza Crewe, Cracked
This thought, this truth, it highlighted the distance between us. We lived in different timeframes. A reminder that, even right now, we didn't share the same moments. We could never truly be together.
— P.I. Alltraine, Heartbound
She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.
— Kate Rooper
As far as I’d seen, most adults tried to pretend they didn’t have parents. Except my shrink, who’d tried to invite me for Christmas dinner last year. As if I wanted to be trapped next to a huge turkey carcass with twenty people I didn’t know. Twenty strangers who all knew exactly who I was.
— Meghan Ciana Doidge, I See Me
Easy, you're safe," said a deeply rich and sexy voice. "Lie back down.
— Elena Kincaid, Alpha Blood
When had things gotten so tangled in her heart and mind? Everything had been clear at one point, hadn’t it? No, she supposed it never had been perfectly clear.
— L.A. Kuehlke, Delirium
Everything made sense in a book...Too bad her life wasn’t fiction.
— L.A. Kuehlke, Pursuit
Want a sandwich?”Mac shook her head. “I’m going to have dinner with Gage when he gets home.” Who said anything about dinner? This was more like an appetizer. That was another perk that came with being a werewolf. She could eat whatever she wanted and not have to worry about extra calories ending up where they shouldn’t. Khaki set everything on the counter. “I asked Xander flat-out when I went over to his place last night. He insisted he liked me just fine, but I knew he was lying. I could tell he was really uncomfortable around me. He was tense and on edge the whole time. Which is nothing new. He’s like that all the time around me. I think he finds me irritating and a nuisance.” Mac gave her a dubious look. “If you say so. But either way, you’d better be careful. If being with Gage has taught me anything, it’s that werewolves are extremely affected by certain pheromones. If you go walking around lusting over Xander, he’s going to pick up on it— and so is every other guy on the team. Then things will get really complicated. I learned that the hard way. Those guys can pick up on arousal like it’s barbecue and they aren’t shy about letting you know it.” Khaki groaned as she grabbed a plate from the cabinet. “Oh, God. I never thought about that.”“Yeah. And it gets worse.” Mac shook her head. “If I’m even slightly aroused and Gage picks up on it, he gets crazy horny— like he-can’t-control-it horny. What do you think is going to happen to if all the guys on the team pick up on the fact that the one and only female werewolf on the team is aroused? You’ll find yourself getting chased by fifteen out-of-control, horny werewolves going crazy with lust. And while there are some women who might find that entertaining, something tells me you wouldn’t.” Khaki set the plate on the counter with a thud. “Oh, crap. What the hell am I going to do?”Mac offered her a small smile. “Take a lot of baths?
— Paige Tyler, Wolf Trouble
Arian paced the cavern in his mountain in agitation and a wee bit of anxiety. He was shaking off the dragon sleep from the past six hundred years. Not only had it been six centuries since he had been in human form, but there was a war the Dragon Kings were involved in.Con and the others were waiting for him to join in the war. Every King had been woken to take part. After all the wars they had been involved in, Arian wasn’t happy to be woken to join another.Because of Ulrik. The banished and disgraced Dragon King hadn’t just made a nuisance of himself, but he somehow managed to get his magic returned.Which meant the Kings needed to put extra magic into keeping the four silver dragons sleeping undisturbed deep within the mountain. They were Ulrik’s dragons, and he would want to wake them soon.But it wasn’t just Ulrik that was causing mischief. The Dark Fae were as well. It infuriated Arian that they were once more fighting the Dark. Hadn’t the Fae Wars killed enough Fae and dragons?Then again, as a Dragon King as old as time itself, they were targets for others who wanted to defeat them.For Ulrik, he just wanted revenge. Arian hated him for it, but he could understand. Mostly because Arian had briefly joined Ulrik in his quest to rid the realm of humans.Thoughts of Ulrik were pushed aside as Arian found himself thinking about why he had taken to his mountain. When he came here six hundred years earlier, it was to remain there for many thousands of years.The Dragon Kings sought their mountains for many reasons. Some were just tired of dealing with mortals, but others had something they wished to forget for a while. Arian was one of the latter.There were many things he did in his past when the King of Kings, Constantine, asked. Not all of them Arian was proud of. The one that sent him to his mountain still preyed upon him.He didn’t remember her name, but he remembered her tears. Because of the spell to prevent any of the Dragon Kings from falling in love with mortals, Arian had easily walked away from the female.Six centuries later, he could still hear her begging him to stay with her, still see the tears coursing down her face. Though he hadn’t felt anything, it bothered him that he had so easily walked away. Because Con had demanded it.Loyalty—above all else.The Dragon Kings were his family, and Dreagan his home. There was never any question if he were needed that Arian would do whatever it took to help his brethren in any capacity asked of him.
— Donna Grant, Dragon King
She took his hand, and he smiled down at her. "No mating yet?"	"It depends on how...persuasive you could be."	"Hot damn, woman. I can be persuasive.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
Lori rushed to join him, threw her arms around his waist, and gave him a big, warm hug. And then kissed him full on the mouth.	When he came up for air and looked into her smiling face, he smiled right back. "Well, hell, if you had let me know that this was the way I'd be treated as the pack leader, I would have done it a long time ago.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
He set Lori on the bed. "You were the only wolf that chased my tail around, trying to grab hold. No other cub would dare.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
You said...we have a couple of new pack members?" Paul asked.	Everyone but Allan laughed. Allan folded his arms. "This has to be a record for the fast growing lupus garou pack in the West. One little pack of six has increased to twenty-four.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
He yanked off his shift, and she kicked off her sandals. Then she was on her knees on the bed, unfastening his belt and unzipping his zipper. He was already full to bursting. She glanced up at him. "It looks like you're eager to see me."	"Hell, yeah.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
Just the way I like you," she said when he was completely naked.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
Do you know how to use a pool cue?" Paul asked her.	"To play pool or to fight?" she asked as Paul pulled the door open and Allan went in first. "Balls are my specialty.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
Paul and Lori had cuddled the rest of the night in her bed after showering. He decided that if they didn't mate soon, he wasn't going to last. How would it sound for an alpha SEAL wolf to beg?
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
Like I don't have anything better to do than think about you every minute you're gone?"	"Every minute?" He smiled a little.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
Did you hear what I said?"	"I'm still getting over being chased by a bear." The bear was nothing compared to seeing Lori naked.	"Right." Then she pulled on her jeans.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
... I should take off this ridiculous hood so they can see my face and catch a glimpse at real perfection." (Vincent)"Then you'd just be an enormous man with a hump and a beautiful face," Breccan said.Vincent hissed. "And the fact remains... you do think I'm beautiful," he said as he started to leave.
— Madison Thorne Grey, Brilliance
Miranda waited. No voice spoke. No heavenly choir broke out in song. God Himself did not call her name. She frowned. Typical.
— L.A. Kuehlke, Pursuit
He watched her walk away with a sway in her hips that tossed her long, milk-chocolate-colored ponytail from side to side.
— Meg Knight, New Shifter in Town
You’re not his,” Bryan said firmly. 	“Bry, I don’t know whose I am anymore.
— L.A. Kuehlke, Delirium
I wasn't going to let you avoid me this time. After Allan and I got settled, I was going to see you. Although I hadn't envisioned you smacking me in the head with the broom.
— Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf Hunting
You make me wish I had a soul so I could be worthy of you.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath
Because you're beautiful, Layla, and while I may say that one word to you a lot, I don't simply toss it around. And I've seen many, many beautiful things. People as beautiful as demons are atrocious. You, by far, shine brighter than any of them. It's more than what's on the outside. It comes from within you. I've seen a lot of things and nothing, nothing, comes close to you.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath
It was just a kiss and it was nearly too much and it still wasn't enough, and it was just beautiful.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath
Lying here with him, I realize love is so much more than silly words or actions. It is all encompassing and unfathomable until experienced. It is darkness intertwined with light, good with evil.
— Nancee Cain, Saving Evangeline
Just for tonight, let's pretend I'm not a priest and you're not crazy. We're just two normal human beings having a good time. Just a man and a woman at a rip-off carnival, living in the moment.
— Nancee Cain, Saving Evangeline
Do you have some sort of anti-derangement medication? If so, you might wish to take it.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
My entire body shaking, I carefully unstrapped the seat belt and turned around as far as I could to look at the backseat.	Or rather, the dog that sat on it. He was panting, his eyes round, but there was nothing at all odd about him.	Other than the fact that I'd just heard him speak.	"You can't talk," I told him.	"I think I can," he answered.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
How was I going to break it to my sister and brother that I was now a demon lord?
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
It is the way of women to keep us humble, is it not?
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
I'll drive. But don't you be turning into a dragon while you're in the car. I don't want those claws poking holes in my nice upholstery.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
Dragon form is generally reserved for mating and fighting. We found over the years that it was simply easier to blend in - physically speaking - if we resembled those around us. Do you wish to mate with me?
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
For the record," I do not desire your body. Not that you're hideous or anything, far from it. Even with those scars, your chest is really nice, and I like your legs because they aren't scrawny, and you have nice shoulders and naughty bits, but I've never been one to put physical attributes ahead of more important things."	"Such as?" He had his hands on his hips when he asked the question, which just made me want to giggle again.	"Intelligence, a sense of humor, and oh yes, not being a mythical creature." I swallowed another giggle. "Not that it wasn't a cool form, but still. I like my men without the sort of baggage that must go with being a shape-shifter."	"Is that so?" One eyebrow lifted.	"Yes."	"Then you will not like this." He pulled me against him, his mouth moving into place on mine, his breath hotter than I could have imagined. And then he kissed the very wits right out of my brain.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
Too much talking and not enough writhing in ecstasy. You will commence writhing now.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
He's not really my man," I protested.	One fuzzy white eyebrow rose over the lens of his glasses. "You were certainly ogling him as if he was.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
No, I didn't enjoy that in the least. Do it again so I can not enjoy it some more.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
I'm not at all the sort of woman who kisses strange dragons when she comes across them.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
Oh, boy," Jim said, giving an excited wiggle. "Cat fight! Wish I had some popcorn.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
Stop fussing over me, woman. I will be whole again shortly, and then you can resume ogling me and desiring my body.
— Katie MacAlister, Dragon Fall
A dragon took what it wanted. Took and kept.
— Erin Kellison, Tempted by Fire
dragon took what it wanted. Took and kept.
— Erin Kellison, Tempted by Fire
Jack may’ve been deceitful by blood and a liar by nature, but hot damn holy honeysuckle, he knew how to kiss.
— Kristin Miller, Beauty and the Werewolf
Let's be real. Like I would date someone who didn't go out of their way to be my nemesis." - Shane Carver (The Carver's Magic)
— B.L. Brooklyn
In wolf form, Ryan stalked through the woods, his hunger - and anger - mounting each second that passed. He'd just found out from Ana that Teresa had gone riding out to check the fence lines.	By herself.... 	Panic hummed through him as he raced through a small patch of trees, lush and green now that it was spring.
— Katie Reus, Protective Instinct
She was just...hurt. And tired of feeling as if she wasn't good enough to officially mate with. It was no wonder her wolf was going insane.
— Katie Reus, Protective Instinct
For the past eight or so months their pack had been dealing with one issue after another from violent anti-paranormal maniacs to crazy vampires. It was nice that the only thing they had on their plate now was a bet for how soon two of their packmates would finally get together.
— Katie Reus, Protective Instinct
Turning on him, she placed her hands on her hips, glad he was still sitting. "You keep telling me that I need to be sure, but I'm starting to think this is all your bullshit, Ryan O'Callaghan." His eyes widened a fraction, but she continued, letting the steam that had been building inside her break free just a tiny bit. "I know what I want and I'm not going to beg you to mate with me.
— Katie Reus, Protective Instinct
Rui bit out something raw and primitive. He raised his head and she saw his animal in his eyes, a rich, wild gold, and then the room spun and she was on the mattress, his big body covering hers...
— Rebecca Rivard, Claiming Valeria
Loyalty, trust, we both know those don’t exist toward others in our world. We prize ourselves above all others. To deny that would make you the biggest liar there is." - Marko Delacroix
— Alaska Angleini (Lure (Marko Delacroix series))
The sum of a person's life is not determined by one action. It is what you do with the time you are given that matters.
— Danielle James, Absolution
Funny thing about fear. When you cling to it, the fear grows exponentially, a monster morphing into a suffocating mass. But when you face it head-on, conquering the beast before it swallows you whole, you find there was nothing there to fear at all. The chains break, and the whole world feels lighter than ever before.
— Juliette Cross, Waking the Dragon
You want to be possessed, but not controlled. You want to be protected, but not smothered. You want to be dominated, but only in one way.
— Juliette Cross, Waking the Dragon
I’m not trying to fix you. I don’t think you’re broken.”- Damian (Marked Book #1) page 266
— A.N. Meade, Marked
Teaser from the soon to be released: Redemption of Fire; My Demon Master Book 2. (with Reference to the character, Cain, from Dormant Desires, Book 4; CAIN.In the oddest, surreal moment, I look out and see one lone face. It’s Cain, the chimera by curse and not birth. He’s been welcomed into Demon-kind as one of them. Almost a treasured being for all his uniqueness. In all reality, he is the most divine among us. The product of an angel and a Neanderthal. A very son of the first Eve. It is he alone who is not prostrate before me. Our eyes lock and my vision goes wonky. I can see details and colors and etched outlines like I never imagined. I see Cain’s magnificent aura as it embraces him like a full-body halo. He is watching the spectacle that is me with detached interest. It’s as if he has truly seen everything there is too see and this is nothing more than a repeat of some long forgotten original episode. He is unafraid. I can feel how calm he is. Before he drops his eyes, surrendering to the dominance of my dragon, he gives me a slightly amused expression and a small nod of encouragement.
— Payne Hawthorne, Fire Clothed in Skin
I am a guardian of sorts.”- Liam (Marked Book #1) page 171
— A.N. Meade, Marked
Nikolai had expected to have to fight the urge to torture the progeny of his father’s murderer, but he had never anticipated fighting the urge to fuck her.
— Marissa Clarke, Love Me to Death
God, fate was a sick, twisted bitch. Doomed. He was certainly and absolutely heading straight for the fiery pits of Hell, he realized, as he lusted for his sworn enemy, the vampire.
— Marissa Clarke, Love Me to Death
Is it wrong to protect your heart?”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 130
— A.N. Meade, Marked
I would have done better to cherish my good memories. I know that you were trying to protect me, and I admire you for that. I wish now that I had let you.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 288
— A.N. Meade, Marked
For the first time in his centuries of life, doing the right thing didn’t seem like the right thing to do.
— Marissa Clarke, Love Me to Death
So you are vampire then, my beauty?”- Damian (Marked Book #1) page 160
— A.N. Meade, Marked
They say things about these woods...that there are strange things living here.
— Kaylie Newell, Hunter of Her Heart
I am yours. Whatever you ask of me it is done.”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 179
— A.N. Meade, Marked
Aimee turned and walked out, giving him a wink and a smile, careful not to part her lips. His reaction to her fangs, as amusing as it may be, would hurt her chances of blending in.” – Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 215
— A.N. Meade, Marked
First, you must be certain that you are ready for knowledge. There are many things that we bury in our minds for a reason. Are you sure that you want to go digging up the past?”- Elsie (Marked Book #1) page 226
— A.N. Meade, Marked
Patra is going to be pissed." Cory says, with a half smirk. Then she holds out the bottle of creamer and says, "Fix it." “Fix what? Cory! Are you really going to ignore what just happened? Thatsuck face just threatened to take you and me to jail!”“She said trial, but that’s not really the point I am trying to make.”“I know, but it’s the point Iam trying to make!”“I know that you’re scared. I am trying to show you why you shouldn’t be.”She pushed the bottle of creamer in front of me again.“I am not SCARED. I’m angry!” I ignore the creamer.“Same thing.” She shrugs. (From The Carver's Magic)
— B.L. Brooklyn
She needed him. More than just his blood or the pleasure he offered with his playground of a body, she needed him—and that was far more terrifying than becoming a blood sucking monster.
— Marissa Clarke, Love Me to Death
Dean bristled at the idea of outsiders on our turf. I completely understood his apprehension. New people tended to want to kill us. I don’t know why. We were nice people.
— Suzanne M. Sabol, Emerald Fire
Milagra led Riona further into the room and away from me, directing the Queen’s attention elsewhere. I let her. Slicing the fae queen open probably wasn’t in our best interests at the moment. I could be diplomatic too.
— Suzanne M. Sabol, Emerald Fire
No touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
Will you do me a favor?" Declan asked.	If he looked at her with those dark, intoxicating eyes, she was likely to do anything he asked.	"Maybe."	"Any more dreams you have, no matter how small, will you tell me about them?"	"Even the ones that star you?" The almost flirty quiestion slipped out before she could stop herself.	A slow grin spread across his fallen-angel face. The man just looked as if he wanted to do wicked things -- and she'd let him.	"Especially those.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
After every date we're going to end up in bed together. You might as well save on rent."	Her lips curled up at the corners as she fought a smile. "That's so romantic. I don't know how to argue with that.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
His words were almost soundless. "I've gotten to a really dark place, Melly. The darkest place I've ever been.""You don't have to be there anymore," she told him gently. "Don't you know what happens at the darkest point of the day?"He stroked her soft lower lip with the ball of one thumb. "What?"She rubbed her fingers soothingly along his muscled forearms. "A beautiful, brand-new day begins, and it's all fresh and full of promise." She smiled into his gaze. "That's why magic in the fairy tales happens at midnight, you know. When you reach that point, you have the power to change everything.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
He was the darkest of voices inside her head, the Night-kind King, and when he turned his gift of persuasion onto her, she wanted to take her soul out of her body and hand it to him.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
She wanted to ride him, to feel all that strength pulsing beneath her, but the most primitive part of her brain knew that this first time, he was going to be on top. A man like Declan was dominant to his core.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
Personal growth was damn hard work. It also took a lot of time, so it was going to have to take a backseat for a while.Because right now, he had a battle to fight and Vampyre ass to kick.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
He stared down at her for a moment, wanting to heal everycut on her soft skin. But he couldn’t, not yet. He needed to get her,and her car, far from this place so neither he nor Kate would beimplicated in any way with the gruesome murder site.It also meant he would have to drive.In all his years, he had never driven an automobile. The closest hehad come was watching various assistants through the years as theychauffeured him. He wasn’t sure he could even remember how tostart the car, but right now he had no choice.Grudgingly, he got into the driver’s seat, and finding the leverunderneath, he pushed it back so he sat comfortably behind thewheel. After trying three different keys, he found one that slipped intothe ignition.From what he had seen over the past hundred years, driving wasnot a complex operation, and he was an immortal with reflexes farmore keen than a human man.How difficult could it be?He turned the key and nearly jerked the wheel off the steeringcolumn when the car surprised him by lurching forward. The car wentsilent. The engine wasn’t running. What was he doing wrong?He stared at the gearshift, wondering if he should move it. Hisfrustration reared up, but his agitation would not make the car driveitself. He had to keep a cool head.Not knowing what else to try, he pushed one of the pedals at hisfeet to the floor and turned the key again. This time the car didn’tmove, and it roared to life. Grasping the gearshift, he jammed it intothe first position and glanced over at Kate.Why couldn’t she have owned a car with an automatictransmission?Shaking his head, he put some pressure on the gas pedal andslowly released the clutch. Thankfully the car rolled a few feet, butwithout warning it jumped forward. He pressed the clutch back to thefloor before the engine lost power again.Calisto slammed his hand against the wheel, muttering under hisbreath in Spanish. At this rate it would take him all night to drive herhome.The faded yellow convertible pitched forward again, threateningto stall as he continued out of the parking lot, thankful it was late. Thestreets were fairly empty. At least he wouldn’t get into an accidentwith another car. Her car staggered ahead, lurching each time hetried to release the clutch, bouncing and jostling them both until Katefinally stirred and woke up.§“Are we out of gas or something?”Calisto watched her with a tight smile. “Not exactly.”Kate winced in pain when she laughed. “You can’t drive a stickshift,can you?”“Does it show?” Calisto pulled over, finally allowing the engine tostall.She nodded her head slowly to avoid more pain. “Just a little.What happened?”“You don’t remember?”“I remember being mugged. And I remember seeing you, buteverything after that is blank.” She watched his eyes as Calistoreached over to brush her hair back from her face, and his touch sentshivers through her body. This wasn’t how she had hoped she wouldrun into him, but she learned a long time ago fate didn’t always workout the way you expected.
— Lisa Kessler, Night Walker
Holy cow, she'd just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding, Oh shit.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
The reality is that the only people who count are those who believe in you no matter what. The ones who stand beside you when hell crawls through, nipping at your heels because they know who you really are.
— Joan Swan
...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
He roughly grated out, "Don't run from me. Not now. This is for both of us." He held her thighs apart to force her to continue to accept the powerful thrusts. Changing his angle ever so slightly, he hit that one location that turned her world into a starry night. Her body shattered. Muscles ripples, gripped, and clamped down.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
I'm not like Wolverine, but I can heal fast.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
That's the Wildcat I remember.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
Why should I trust you?" Her eyes narrowed. "All I really know about you is that you're not loyal to your girlfriends, you treat one-night stands like crap, and apparently you've made quite a name for yourself not only in the business world, but also in the bedroom since we last met.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
She blinked against the sting of tears. Fury curled in her stomach. She narrowed her eyes, and slapped him. She gritted out "May you never find satisfaction with another woman.
— Zoe Forward, Protecting His Witch
Once, we lived to love. Now, we live for power. The world is changing. But we cannot stop the evolution, or everything will come apart.
— Zoey-Rose Hawthorne
Blood tricked down Molly's neck from the stinging cut Justine had given her. She thought, dear lords and ladies, all I want in the whole wide world is a bath, a pina colada, and the chance to stake this bitch in the heart.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
She had tried to imagine him as a young Gladiator in the arena. Back then he must have been as dangerous as a lean, half-starved alley cat. Now, the alley cat had long since vanished. What stood in his stead was a scarred and even more deadly lion who carried the weight of having lived for many years in his prime.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
He groaned, "Goddamn, you're so hot.""I know," she whimpered as she moved restlessly under his weight. "I'm burning up."At that, he had to lift his head and grin down at her. "No, baby," he said gently, rocking his hips to begin moving in her. "That wasn't what I meant. I meant, you're so hot."Her eyebrows quirked, and dimples appeared in her cheeks as she suppressed a grin. "Yeah, I knew that.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
Tell me what the fuck you want me to do, and I'll do it.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
She made a hungry, eager sound, parted her lips and took the tip of his cock in her moth. Belatedly her mind caught up with what she had done.Um, maybe she should have asked first. If somebody had grabbed her crotch and helped himself without so much as checking in with the rest of her, you can bet your ass she would react with a strategically aimed knee to the privates.Just because he had an erection didn't mean he was willing or prepared to act on it....Her face flooded with heat. Pulling back, she muttered, "Sorry."Incredulity sharpened his gaze, "You're sorry?"Her shoulders crept up to her ears. "I just grabbed hold and started sucking. Then I thought maybe I should have asked first."Amusement bolted over his hard features, completely banishing his moody isolation.Then, sobering -- or at least appearing to -- he said, "Melly, please suck me off. Fasten your sexy mouth around my cock and pull on me until I don't have anything left to give. My God, just looking at the erotic shape of your lips makes me want to spill all over your gorgeous face.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
Twenty years ago, two of the CIA's best double-agents had been murdered in their own home on Christmas Eve. The husband had been killed first, and the wife had been raped repeatedly before she'd been beaten to death. The two children were never found.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
Her abdomen clenched as he thrust hard once, filling her completely. Surprising her, he didn't start thrusting, but remained still inside her as he continued kissing her.	She could kiss the sexy man for hours, be consumed by the taste and feel of him.	"Move, damn it," she gasped. She was aware the demand sounded a lot like begging. She was beyond caring. She needed more, more, more.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
He moved to her other breast, then lower, lower...	She rolled her hips insistently when he settled between her open legs, crouched like a predator about to devour his prey.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
We could cut loose, you know. Every man for himself. I look after my orgasm, you look after yours. Right here, right now. Quick and dirty.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
Oh soldier, how did we come to such a place?
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
Believe what you want. He helped me. He protected me. He kept me company. He slept beside me. He saw me naked. He helped me orgasm. HE. LOVED. ME.
— K.  Webster, Apartment 2B
I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102
— A.N. Meade, Marked
You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
There has always been Darkness, just as there has always been Light. Neither can ever be completely destroyed, only driven away or contained, because neither can exist without the other. Without Darkness, there is no Light, and vice versa.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Knox emerged into the human world aware of two things - that the woman beneath him must be protected, and that the man clutched in his large, claw-tipped hands needed to die. It was just a matter of how and how soon. He would personally prefer bloody and right now, but something urged him to caution.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
No sign of Marissa yet though I heard her clunking around in the bathroom so she was probably doing whatever girls do to make themselves presentable. Poor things. It didn't take any time at all for us guys to rejoin the world and still be our handsome selves.
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
I didn't give you a parting kiss." I tried to ignore the audience of witches and concentrate on the kiss. Dominic jumped right in and helped me with a sexy lingering sizzling hot kiss. By the time we broke free, I was sure my cheeks were rose red. For a minute I felt like I might swoon and Dominic held my arm to keep me upright and pressed his lips against my cheek and whispered, "You sure know how to send a guy to the moon, Marissa.
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
A human wasn't an acceptable boyfriend for a witch; nor would a human wish to date a witch. The two would never in a million light years be interested in each other. Then, again, unwritten rules were made to be broken.
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
I thought he should know the truth.	"Some say that I'm a ... well a ..." I hated to say what others teased me mercilessly about... "A... slow learner."	He shrugged as if to indicate that it didn't mean anything to him, but seemed anxious about what to say to console me. Finally, he reached out and touched my hand. "Yeah, but they don't have life mates whose destines are written in the stars." I wanted to groan out loud. I was a slow learner and was to be mated with a vampiric human whose old flame wanted me dead. How was this a good thing?
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
:  ”We could cut loose, you know. Every man for himself. I look after my orgasm, you look after yours. Right here, right now. Quick and dirty.
— Thea Harrison, Midnight's Kiss
Go ahead and try. I'll attempt to loosen up. 	Her muscles tightened when I took her hand in mine. 	"Do you know any self-hypnosis?"	"I guess I'm tensing too much." She took several deep calming breaths then tensed her muscles and relaxed them, repeating the steps several times. The pulse in her wrist slowed to normal. 	I nodded, grateful that Marissa was such a treasure despite my initial concern she might be more like the teen witch that had turned me into a frog.
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
Nope, not Debby Demint!" His lips curved up while his eyes sparkled with amusement. 	"You haven't even seen her. All the guys make fools of themselves over her." 	"There's only one who I desire to make a fool of myself over." 	Were all vampires as charming as Dominic?
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
The Gould viewed female Wardens in the same light as demonic minions and the Ebola virus -- such things might exist in the world, but virtue and good hygiene would probably be enough to keep them at bay.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Her ankle was screaming like a blonde in a horror flick...	Huffing a little, she once more wished that being a witch was lot more like Harry Potter made it out to be and a lot less like being a good cook. This whole situation would be vastly improved if all she had to do was dig her magic wand out of her bag, point it at the security guards chasing her, and shout, "Stupefy!
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
The blade was sharp enough that she didn't feel the initial prick, but it didn't matter. The earth beside her opened up and the knife slid from her attacker's suddenly nerveless hand, thudding to the ground about the same time she did. His grip on her hand disappeared the instant that something else emerged in a blast of stone and magic.	Wynn's cavalry had arrived, in the form of one very large and very angry Guardian, a Guardian that was supposed to be nothing but the teeny-tiny pieces still scattered around her.	Huh. How about that?
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
You have a mother?"	His mouth quirked with humor.	"Yep, and a father too! Every kid normally has one of each to begin with.	He was teasing me in an affectionate way...
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
Calling on his inherent magic, he pictured a shape less conspicuous in the mortal realm. An instant later he stood before his companion in his new body and found himself surprisingly comfortable in the denim and cotton garments that came with it. Perhaps this confining human shape had its advantages. 	He nodded in satisfaction and looked to the woman, "Will this do?"	***	Will this do me? Now that is the question.	Wynn took in the Guardian's human form and hoped her eyes were not literally bulging out of her head, because they sure as heck felt like they were. It felt as if the usually obedient organs couldn't take in enough of the new view in their natural state and wanted to reach out and touch the gorgeous specimen of man that now stood before her.	Because... wow.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. "'Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Wynn really hoped the squeal that followed her announcement came from Ella, because if Kees had made that sound, she feared for his testicles.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Lynetta bared her wickedly sharp pointed canines and hissed. Her long black hair hung wildly to her hips, tangled and teased by the breeze. She was petite like me but as strong as a male body builder. Her grip on Dominic remained iron tight. Her soul-less black eyes, vacant and without a care, really ate away at my heart. I surveyed the yard for any kind of weapon I could use against the vampire. My heart surged when I spied a colorful whirligig attached to a wooden stake embedded in my mother's pampered pansy garden nearby. Without a second's hesitation, I dashed for it and yanked it out. Running at the vampire, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Death to the blood sucky vampire!" which gave me some courage. It wasn't every day I had to beat one vampire off of another when they didn't even really exist!
— Terry Spear, The Vampire...In My Dreams
A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly.	Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
You know, in human society, it's considered impolite to molest a sleeping person. In fact, it's seen as pretty creepy."	His gaze shot to her face and found her regarding him through dark eyes heavy with sleep but lit with amusement rather than indignation. He felt himself relax slightly and continued to explore the fascinating contours of her calf and thigh. "Then as you are now awake, I may continue without fear.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
She tilted her head to glare up at him. "There you go with the 'little witch' thing again. What did I tell you about that?"	Knox grinned unrepentantly. "What can I say? You have bewitched me.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
I do not doubt your intellectual or spiritual equality with me, mate. When I saw you belong to me, it is only because I belong so utterly to you, as well.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
When he expressed his feelings for her - always here like this, while he touched her or made love to her - he used words of possession and passion. He told her they belonged to each other, that she was his, that he was her mate. And he made love to her like a starving man, as if he couldn't get enough of her.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
She'd grown up hearing about epic battles between Guardians and demons, of legendary Wardens and their brave fight to keep the nocturnis at bay. To her, it all had the air of fairy tales, history through the lens of the Brothers Grimm. She listened to the tales the same way she listened to Beowulf, and had the same expectation of ever featuring in one of those famous battles as of facing Grendel's mother in a Scandinavian swamp.	Yet here she was, not just fighting the forces of evil but somehow tied to her very own Guardian, acting for all intents and purposes like the Warden she had once dreamed of becoming.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Her eyes scanned the room and spotted her cell phone lying on the coffee table at least three whole feet away from her hands. She groaned. This was when she didn't want to be a witch, she wanted to be a Jedi, so she could use the Force to make her phone fly right into her hand.	What the hell, right? Lifting one arm she reached out an open hand toward the small electronic device. Use the Force, Wynn, she thought and had to stifle a slightly punch-drunk giggle.	From his seat in the oversized chair, Knox eyed her strangely. After a moment, she gave up and dropped her hand to her side, rolling her head along the sofa cusions to meet her mate's gaze. "What were just doing?" he asked warily.	"Using the Force."	He looked from her to the table and back again. "Did you do this successfully?"	She shook her head and grinned. "The Force is weak with this one. I'll never be a Jedi Master.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
Why do you cry?""I almost lost you...""You cannot lose me, not when you are part of me...You cannot lose has become part of you.
— Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
The last time he'd walked through a woman's dreams, she'd almost killed him.
— Katie Reus, Retribution
Te amo, Querida," he whispered, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." I love you. You are my light in the darkness.
— Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight
It was incredible. It was like he was fucking her with his eyes, his teeth, and his cock. She was triply screwed, maybe even screwed quadruple when she took into account her brain because there was a total mind fuck happening here, too.
— D.D. Prince, Nectar
I had always heard rumors of her, Nanook thought, she who can control the wind, the water, the earth, and fire ... she who can talk to time. But those were old myths of a woman who lived many thousands of years ago, the first daughter of the Earth. There is a prophecy that she will return again, during the end times -- every religion has someone like that, someone to wait for and put your faith in, but my culture had mostly covered up her existence. We had a god of the sea, a god of the land, a god of the air, a god of fire, but no one who could control all of the elements. We spoke, only in whispers, of the ancient bloodline -- the descendents of the Great Mother. Too many superstitious minds, too many men concerned only with their own power and position, had heard these whispers in the past and taken gruesome steps to erase the descendents. The lineage was said to be broken, the blood of the Great Mother spilled for the last time.
— Sarah Warden, Immortal Earth
Muriah approached him with a new pair of khakis and a couple of T-shirts. “I guessed at the size so you might want to go try these on first.”He took the clothes and slid his arm around her waist, maneuvering her toward the fitting room.“Hey, I didn’t sign on to be your dresser.” She grumbled, but didn’t struggle.He pulled the door closed and turned to meet her eyes. “It’s light in here and full of people. Apep will not be able to surprise us, and his serpents cannot spy. We need to talk.”***He stripped off the wet shirt, exposing his chiseled torso. She did her best not to choke on her tongue. His tanned skin and taut muscles tempted her, luring her to touch him. Turning around to give him privacy seemed like the right thing to do, but there wasn’t a hint of modesty in this Mayan god, and if he could handle getting this personal, then she could, too.When he unzipped the wet pants, she held her breath. Would an ancient guy wear underwear? She was about to find out. He bent over to lower the wet slacks. When he straightened up, she realized he’d been talking, but she didn’t have a clue what he had said. Instead, all her attention was focused on a fine trail of dark hair leading from just below his navel and disappearing under the low-slung elastic band of his boxer briefs.“Muriah?”Her gaze snapped up to meet his. Thank the universe he couldn’t read her thoughts. “Yeah?”“Did you hear my question?”He stood two feet from her in only his underwear, and he thought she was listening? He was either completely unaware of his sex appeal, or he was way too accustomed to being obeyed.Probably both.She cleared her throat. “I must’ve missed it.”A spark lit his eyes that told her he might have more than a clue to his sex appeal.He picked up the T-shirt and pulled it on. “I asked if you knew of another hotel closer to the airport so we can get out of New York as soon as the sun sets tomorrow.”“I’m sure I can find one.” She pulled out her phone, grateful to have something to pretend to focus on besides him tucking his package into the new khakis she pulled off the rack for him.“I probably should’ve grabbed some dry underwear, too.”“They are nearly dry now. I will be fine.” He popped the tags off, and she glanced up from her hotel search. “They’re not going to like you taking the tags off before you pay.”The corner of his mouth curved up. “They will be honored to take my money.”She groaned and rolled her eyes. “Do you ever not get your way?”He stepped closer to her, his chest an inch from hers until her back pressed against the modular wall of the fitting room. “Rarely.” His dark gaze held hers, and the deep rumble of his voice sent heat through her body. “But some things are worth the extra effort.
— Lisa Kessler, Night Child
Lydia is enduring the same fate, I may remind you." Vincent remarked. "And she is doubtless freezing, being forced to stand there in only her chemise." A rakish smile spread across his features. "Perhaps we could go down and have a peek."Rafe scowled. "I don't want you looking at my woman." Vincent folded his arms and glared. "Well, I don't want you looking at my woman!
— Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight
I need to go hunting now," he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you.
— Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight
Te amo, Querida," he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad."	"This is the second time you've said that," Cassandra murmured. "What does it mean?"	"I love you." His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. "You are my light in the darkness.
— Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight
Chalk again?" Cal seemed almost disappointed. "Too bad there's no chalk monster."Penn snorted with amusement. Chalk monster. That was like saying it was a vampire. Everyone knew vampires didn't exist. Zombies who drank blood to stay alive. Ridiculous.
— R. Cooper, Some Kind of Magic
She looks so broken, I don't want to hurt her more.
— Dannielle Wicks, Fading Away
Arkadia wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head upon the muscular cliff face he called his chest.
— Dzintra Sullivan, Arkadia
It's true; most souls come here in whatever clothing they died in, truly unfortunate for the people who died naked. Of course, it's really worse for us than them. Most people don't look good without their clothes,...
— Tabitha Barret, The Third Throne: Angel of Darkness
That girl is just plain crazy," Chey said as she looped her arm through Arkadia's. 'I swear when they were handing out social skills she was still in the line for shoes.
— Dzintra Sullivan, Arkadia
Shifters mate for life. We have one true mate and when we meet, we know immediately. By scent. Instinct. You are mine.
— Tamara Hoffa
I freeze when I come face to face with a naked man’s chest. Why does this keep happening to me? Trying to keep my eyes averted from his very naked lower regions, I look up.
— Dannielle Wicks, Fading Away
Loving her forever couldn’t be wrong. Not when seeing her made his breath catch or his heart stop. Not when hope demanded they make it one more day together. No one compared to her, and he couldn’t bear to lose her again.
— Nichole Severn, Her Fallen Protector
Kurt pick his way around testing for heat before taking each step and avoiding places where the ash was heaps up.
— Nick Hastings