She couldn’t detach from him, couldn’t catch her breath, and didn’t want to. Not ever again.
—Kristin Miller
Maybe because you’re thinking right now that my tractor’s sexy.” Colby winked at her. Emma’s face turned a shade of beet red, and she threw her arms up in the air frustratedly. “Ugh! Can you...
—Jody Morse
So, let me guess. You want me to give you flea baths?” They all wagged their tails excitedly at the idea.
Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted backgroundI was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? — The jury was still out on that possibility.
—Carol Van
We need to go rough up a big bad wolf, and half the pack is already leaving.
He’s a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.
—Carrie Vaughn
Once I got to know you, I would come to find it was that I wouldn’t want to watch another sun rise or set without knowing you’re mine. I don’t have a lot to offer...
Same thing.” She shrugs. (From The Carver’s Magic)
—B.L. Brooklyn
Our pack was given the name Ima because the man who started this pack was in love with a girl named Ima. Ima is actually a variation of the name Emma. It means universal.
You’re right. Everyone knows my weakness. It’s not really a secret. But what most don’t get is that she’s also what keeps me strong. She’s what keeps me fighting. I’ve killed for her and I’ll...
—Ashley Stoyanoff
I love talking to spirits. Maybe we can try contacting Marilyn Monroe or Elvis Presley next.
You should go.” “I can’t.” “Because you want to stare at the monster?” Alec’s green eyes blaze, but with a wholly human fire now. “Or because you pity me?” I couldn’t guess which possibility he...
—Claudia Gray
The werewolf paid cash, sliding the change into the hip pocket of his jeans.
—Katlyn Conrad
We’re animals. No shame, no guilt – no sin…
—Heather McVea
Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.
—Michelle Hughes
Touching your skin makes the broken parts of me whole.” – Aren from Hunter’s Moon
—Lisa Kessler
Charlene wasn’t Culford’s top stylist just because she knew how to wield a can of AquaNet. Information flowed within the walls of her beauty shop faster than she could say high-speed Internet connection.
—Sela Carsen
I’ve lived what feels like a thousand years to feel your kiss but my little mate, I’m in charge.” He said huskily, an air of authority lacing his words.
—K.A. Cross
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