Paranormal Romance Quotes - Page 15

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!

I need to go hunting now," he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you.

Te amo, Querida," he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad."t"This is the second time you've said that," Cassandra murmured. "What does it mean?"t"I love you." His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. "You are my light in the darkness.

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

She looks so broken, I don't want to hurt her more.

Dannielle Wicks

Arkadia wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head upon the muscular cliff face he called his chest.

Dzintra Sullivan

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,...

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

Shifters mate for life. We have one true mate and when we meet, we know immediately. By scent. Instinct. You are mine.

The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Christine Warren

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

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.

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.

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.

I thought he should know the truth.t"Some say that I'm a ... well a ..." I hated to say what others teased me mercilessly about... "A... slow learner."tHe 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?

:  ”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.

Go ahead and try. I'll attempt to loosen up. tHer muscles tightened when I took her hand in mine. t"Do you know any self-hypnosis?"t"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. tI 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.

Nope, not Debby Demint!" His lips curved up while his eyes sparkled with amusement. t"You haven't even seen her. All the guys make fools of themselves over her." t"There's only one who I desire to make a fool of myself over." tWere all vampires as charming as Dominic?

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

Her ankle was screaming like a blonde in a horror flick...tHuffing 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

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.tWynn'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.tHuh. How about that?

Christine Warren

You have a mother?"tHis mouth quirked with humor.t"Yep, and a father too! Every kid normally has one of each to begin with.tHe was teasing me in an affectionate way...

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. tHe nodded in satisfaction and looked to the woman, "Will this do?"t***tWill this do me? Now that is the question.tWynn 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.tBecause... wow.

Christine Warren

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

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

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!

A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly.tToo bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

Christine Warren

You know, in human society, it's considered impolite to molest a sleeping person. In fact, it's seen as pretty creepy."tHis 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

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

I'm not like Wolverine, but I can heal fast.

That's the Wildcat I remember.

His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Tell me what the fuck you want me to do, and I'll do it.

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.

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.

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.tShe could kiss the sexy man for hours, be consumed by the taste and feel of him.t"Move, damn it," she gasped. She was aware the demand sounded a lot like begging. She was beyond caring. She needed more, more, more.

He moved to her other breast, then lower, lower...tShe rolled her hips insistently when he settled between her open legs, crouched like a predator about to devour his prey.

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.

Oh soldier, how did we come to such a place?

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.

I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102

You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.

Christine Warren

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

They say things about these woods...that there are strange things living here.

I am yours. Whatever you ask of me it is done.”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 179

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

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

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)

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.

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

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

No touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.

Will you do me a favor?" Declan asked.tIf he looked at her with those dark, intoxicating eyes, she was likely to do anything he asked.t"Maybe."t"Any more dreams you have, no matter how small, will you tell me about them?"t"Even the ones that star you?" The almost flirty quiestion slipped out before she could stop herself.tA 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.t"Especially those.

After every date we're going to end up in bed together. You might as well save on rent."tHer lips curled up at the corners as she fought a smile. "That's so romantic. I don't know how to argue with that.

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