Quotes about pnr

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

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

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 distance yourself from family and friends for their protection.'" -- Cheveyo, Beyond the Darkness

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 doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,” she managed. “They didn’t much like me being in your realm.”“They’ll just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.”Gods, how she wished that were true. “Nothing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.”He cradled her face in his hands again. “You are.”That was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth

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 whip me with them if you like.

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 her back when she slammed into it. He sat back on her bed, his hands on his jean-clad thighs. The hair at his neck curled from dampness. "You don't have to be afraid of me." She almost laughed. "A stranger breaks in, and I'm supposed to be cool with that?" "Amy, we're not strangers.

Random lines, Beyond the Darkness: "Playing 'tag, you're it' against a car is a bad idea.

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

More than the attraction - like a magnetic pull - between us, more than the tiny nagging voice that said he wouldn't hesitate to drink my blood and what then? Did he give me any reason to trust him? As far as a reason not to trust him, this was a reason, right here.

Are you going to sit or are you afraid I’ll suck your blood?”“No, I am not afraid.”“Then come sit next to me.” ~ Trent and Kiara: Scarred

The cloaked figure leaned over and I turned my head just as I heard the crack of bones.

I was so close to her that I could lean down just a bit...her lips were so close...I could lean down and kiss those full pink lips. I heard her heartbeat speeding up in her chest and it almost shattered any control that I had.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to hit him. Not just for his presumptuousness, but for the way my heart jumped to my throat at his words and how his eyes looked me over.

The flames that popped up wouldn't stop coming. Like they were coming straight from her soul. Straight from her anger. Her rage coming out of her to spread like wildfire over the forest. That was her darkness. Her power and the potential it had to consume her.

We held each other's gaze for a long moment and I willed my breath to come evenly instead of the uneven gasps that I felt. Trent's eyes drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again before we wrenched our eyes away from one another.

If I'm supposed to be SO powerful then why can't I destroy that thing?

You can come if you want, but I'm going with or without you.Unless you're scared?

I ate a rabbit for you.""Is that supposed to be romantic?""Why? Do you want it to be romantic?"Trent and Kiara, Scarred

They say there is a fine line between love and hate. I once loved Kaleib like a brother, now I hated him with the same conviction.

Her voice.That's what drew me to her. It was gorgeous, perfect, angelic.Ironic, that a demon should be drawn to the voice of an angel.

Forget vampires,” he laughed dismissively. “Who wants to drink blood for eternity? What we have discovered is far more seductive and a great deal more dangerous…

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'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You

She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.

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.

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

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

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 pull away, even though she had been as skittish as a stray cat. limit.

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 have fire in you, and I would never put that out.

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?

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 fire.

A piercing screech from above caught my attention. However, it was the arm landing beside me with teeth marks that let me know what was going on. “Can you be a little more careful where you let body parts fall?”- Faith, Witch Devotions

I’m sure I’d remember if we’d met. It doesn’t happen every day to witness perfection on Earth.

Don’t you have someone else to harass? People to eat?”“Nope. You’re at the top of my list.”“Well, aren’t I special?

Brodie found herself frowning in confusion, the rugged handsome one was making no sense. “But I just want to have sex with you… no commitment, no sharing. If anything, I would prefer it if you didn’t talk at all, before, during, or after the act.

She’d been seconds away from kissing the man… no, throttling him, for his sheer audacity.  “You expect me to bat my eyes and thrust my tits into some hairy creature’s face and then run away like a giggling simpleton?”“They only have the one eye under all that hair, and their eyesight is notoriously bad, so you can probably just keep your… tits where they are. 

Turning her attention back to her Aunt she sighed softly.  “I’d really like my security deposit back on this place, so if you do end up having to kill him… well…”Nabha laughed softly, patting her niece on the arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it outside.”“Good.”  Devon sighed with relief. That was one less thing to worry about.  “As long as we’re on the same page.

Your head is incredibly hard…you’ll be fine.”“So much for bedside manner. You didn’t think about cushioning my fall before I hit the ground?”“Please, would you jump in front of an oak tree to stop it falling?”“You’re comparing me to a falling tree?

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

Have you asked yourself why you protect me? Are you as messed up about all this as me?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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 you really shouldn’t look at me the way you do. No serryn has looked at me like that.

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.

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.

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 witch was powerful enough, and quick enough, physical size didn't matter. Catherine had heard of the horrible ways the witches could kill their victims. Cooking them alive from the inside out, restricting oxygen flow through the nasal and oral passages by creating a vacuum, drowning them with vapor pulled from

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.

Emily, there are enemies everywhere. We have to be on our guard, especially for the next couple of weeks.’ Theo sighed unhappily. ‘This is going to be the longest fortnight of my life.’ ‘That’s saying something,’ I joked, ‘given how long you’ve lived.’ ‘Exactly,’ he said, without smiling.

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).

In trials of ir'n and silver fain“The dead will rise and walk again“The blesséd few that touch the light“Will aid the war against the night.“But one by one they all will die“Without a cause to rule them by“As Darkness spreads across the land“He'll wield the oceans in his hand.“Five warriors will oppose his reign“And overthrow the Shadow Thane“They come from sides both dark and light“The realm the mortals call “twilight.”“A magus crowned with boughs of fire“Will rise like Phoenix from his pyre“A

As he sat up, he heard soft dripping sounds from the bathroom, little plips like water slipping over the edges of the tub and into the floor. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he realized where he‟d last heard that sound. His muscles tight with strain from his earlier exertions, he stood and walked warily toward the half open bathroom door and the tub beyond it. Slipping quietly past the door, he saw that the curtain was drawn, and again the shadowed figure lay behind it. One long, slim,

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

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.

His scent engulfed me - fresh night air and evergreen. I buried my face in the hollow beneath his jaw as he shoved his Light into me- a terrible force of the sort I'd never imagined, hungry for distraction, intoxicating to the point of addiction.

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, it's that goodness, that softness and warmth, along with the resolve and strength in you, that I love. Being turned hasn't taken that from you. If someone were going to design the perfect mate for me, it would be you. Even when you infuriate me with your pigheaded stubbornness and your temper and incredible lack of anything

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

Everybody says you have to decide between the head and the heart, but that’s just so much bullshit. Your heart and your head don’t know a damn thing between them when it comes to other people. Your head can know facts about them, sure—like a criminal record or a Purple Heart—but that’s about it. And your heart only knows how it feels and what it wants, not what the other person is feeling . . .

Kind of like CSI investigating a social error—Here’s the corpse of the situation, what do you think killed it?—with the hope of preventing further fatalities. Often as not, it boiled down to missed cues.

Sometimes the universe conspires to give you what you really want, Liam. And it’s your job to let it.

Awe! Leaving so soon?” Gabby said sweetly, holding the door open. “I was just about to pull out the gun for you to play single-player Russian Roulette.

Perhaps the so-called civilized world was a great noisy burden beneath all its wonders, and it was a relief to let go of it for a while.

Life is naught but battles big and small, and most of them unexpected.

Aye, well, it’s like a battle. Ya lay yer plans, then when they go wrong, ya make things up as ya go.

High to low, roof to floor, wall to wall, and door to door; Basement deep to sky above, fill this home with light and love.

Funny how being a grown-up didn’t make you any less glad to have a mom on the scene. Whether it was your own or someone else’s mother, it was like having the cavalry arrive.

To hold the Gift is to protect the balance in all things and to restore harmony. To hold the Gift is to comfort the mind and spirit, and to heal both heart and body. To hold the Gift is to be a bridge between worlds and to be a bearer of light.

Education and assimilation were devastatingly effective at controlling a conquered people.

The last thing he wanted was to see the bright, shining, happy faces of the other angels up there.

Is there something going on between you and Matias?”“No!”“Okay, I may not have a truck load of fancy degrees but all I can say is… liar, liar, I’m seriously thinking of grabbing my blow torch and setting your pants on fire.

Matias frowned.  Damn, he’d had a vision of this gorgeous woman naked?  He hadn’t thought he could despise his memory loss any more than he did, but the hits kept on coming.  Wait.  The blonde had said vision... as in the future?  “We’re fated to have sex?”  “No!”  Quinn shook her head so quickly and vehemently that her teeth all but rattled.“You sure?  You can’t seem to stay away from me.”  He looked down at their close proximity.  “I knew I should have left you to rot in the psych ward strappe

I want you in every way possible and in ways you’ve probably never even imagined. Your saving grace is I don’t sleep with vamps. If things were different we wouldn’t be talking and you’d be enjoying the hell out of where this could be going.” - Lexan, The Way You Bite

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

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