Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.

Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted backgroundI was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? — The jury was still out on that possibility.

They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn’t devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.

The most self-damaging words in the English language are: try, might, and if. These are words of uncertainty. Will you fail? That is possible. But continue doubting your abilities and you’ll never succeed.

Not having your man card for so long has clearly turned your brain to mush. ~Justin

We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?

The man she despised had his job back. Her job. Damn it to hell. She’d never be able to live with him now.

A quick and brutal fuck from behind usually served as an effective reminder of where you stood in the pack hierarchy.

I was beginning to think that Simon just had a bad case of OCD, ADD, and PMS. With a little BS and OMG mixed in.

I was just about to pull out the gun for you to play single-player Russian Roulette.

Can you be a little more careful where you let body parts fall?”- Faith, Witch Devotions

Locking eyes with a shape-shifter was aggressive. Very aggressive. One generally didn’t do that unless one wanted to fight. Or fuck.

As it so happens, I like your mouth.””It doesn’t — “”Challenge me?” He set the bottle down and moved to the end of the bed. “An outspoken woman makes the world a livable place. You...

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.

I hope our guest is delicious,” Flay comments as she looks Soar over. Is she flirting or does she plan on eating him?Maybe both.

In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win—but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the...

If he looks at me like that again Dottie will need a bucket and mop to get me back to my room.

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.

from Out of the Darkness (book 2):Zoe met Eric’s eyes. Even in her platforms she was still a few inches shorter than he was. “And what do you do?”His mouth quirked. “I set people on...

Bring death to those of Evenfall.

I can also speak to small woodland creatures,” he grins at me.

For the first time in his centuries of life, doing the right thing didn’t seem like the right thing to do.

Random line from BURNING DARKNESS: Fonda Raine stepped out of the back end of a month in hell a hardened warrior, ready to undertake the most important task of her life: kill Eric Aruda.

I haven’t had a lot of good, soft things in my life,” he said against my forehead. “Not since my family sent me away. Apart from being your sire and feeling that pull to you,...

I’m more than twisted. I’m the worst kind of vampire… But you’re the one who’s craving me, so what does that make you?

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.

Random lines, Beyond the Darkness: “Playing ‘tag, you’re it’ against a car is a bad idea.

I said, I’m Little Red Riding Hood’ Paula gave him a seductive curtsy. ‘You know, like in the fairy tale, but much naughtier.’Duncan meandered in her direction with an odd, if not troubling expression, as...

You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it.

You don’t think you’re a vampire, Sam. That kind of thing you know.

Who else is going to do this job? What do you think that classified ad would read like? ‘Dangerous job fighting otherworldly beings, no pay, fame or glory. Death possible. Slobber likely. Injuries always. Must...

Who wants to drink blood for eternity? What we have discovered is far more seductive and a great deal more dangerous…

I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?’ He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. ‘Now try saying it without trembling.

Let’s make this a slow ride, shall we?”The deep purr of her voice brought a sassy grin to his face. The long slant of his eyes grew languid. “You have the reins, cher. You can...

If I release you, you won’t scream? I’d rather not continue the conversation like this.”She shook her head, and he freed her. She scrambled away from him, feeling the grooves of the headboard bite into...

Where the hell is your sense of self-preservation, woman? You reckless, beautiful, stray cat!

The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires.

I’m yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we’re one in all things.

I want you,” she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul.She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She...

He understood now why she was so much calmer, so much happier when he held her hand while they walked. When he first did that, she had looked at their linked fingers quizzically, but didn’t...

She exhaled curtly. ‘I’m a serryn. That’s all you see. I’m just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That’s hardly the most appealing of traits.’ ‘Tell your eyes that. Because...

And I want what is mine.” The last thing he saw before his mind, finally, thankfully, shut down was her face in front of his. They were pursed for a kiss.

We’re supposed to love flowers, yet we rip them from their homes, and give them to people who don’t love us.”-Toril Withers (Dark Winter).

Never expect anything less than devotion from someone who has claim on your heart.

Men don’t fight for what is theirs. They work for it and they love it with all their hearts. When they do that, they want for nothing.