Quotes from Jennifer Ashley

Are you up to the walk?" Sean asked, handing Liam his clothes. Liam hugged his T-shirt and jeans to his chest and looked around at the assembly, a hint of the old glint in his eye. "Are you telling me that none of you thought to bring wheels?" "No," Connor said. "As soon as the storm let up, we ran out here." "What, you were thinking you'd trundle me back in a wheelbarrow, all hurt and bloody? This is the planning of my friends and family.

Like good sex, driving the car was a study in exhilarating restraint and control.

Maybe it's a door to N-Narnia," Dimitri suggested. Ben grunted. "Don't even say that in a house like this. You never know what kind of magic it can produce." "They have t-talking animals there," Dimitri said. "We'd f-fit right in.

As soon as she's able to move, she is out of here. I mean it. I want her gone. No one in this world is going to come between us.

You'll ruin me," she whispered. Malcolm studied her, his amber-colored gaze intense. "Marry me, lass, and I'll ruin ye every day.

any woman who thought that hanging out with asshole alpha male Shifters was a wonderful thing had to have her head examined. And

As for your half-Fae mate," Wade said. "The Fae can have her after I kill you." "Fuck you." Damn it, if Sean could just make his body obey, he'd break Wade's neck and run off to find Andrea. His body had other ideas, like collapsing, hurting, dying maybe.

There was no finer woman than Andrea Gray, and she belonged to Sean. "Sean!" A white light blinded him. Damn, wasn't it enough that Wade had them cowed without the man beaming light in his eyes?

He knew Fionn had her back, and that fact warmed him. The family that fights rogue Shifters and upstart Fae together . . .

chest—which just showed she knew crap all about Shifters. None of them were nice. "I

Is that you? Nice wolfie.

He'd wanted only to be inside Ainsley and stay there, where everything was safe and splendid, and her tenderness wrapped him and eased every hurt in his soul.

Take another," Mal said. "And close your eyes." Mary obeyed. Malcolm's breath was warm as he leaned to her. "It rests in its cask in the heart of the Highlands, overlooking the sea. Ye can taste the sea winds, can't ye? The crisp air, the openness of the world." Mary wasn't certain she could taste all that in this drop, but she tasted something. Mellow, strong, like Malcolm would be when he aged.

I was shot and your house ate your boyfriend, but oh well. Time for some shuteye.

There were lines about those eyes, of fatigue, grief, dirt in the creases, but his expression was one of good humor. "Good Lord, you did steal her." "She came willingly," Mal said. "Well, willingly enough.

Sure," she answered. "Just give me a minute." A minute to jump to my death off my balcony.

I'm not a bloodhound, your lordships." "Woof, woof." Cameron said, giving Fellows an evil grin. "Good dog.

For crissakes, Talia," Adam rumbled at her neck. "Let it come. I'm not afraid of the dark.

Is there room for a woman who could take a man and change his no to a yes?

I need a male who looks at me as if I'm his world and nothing else matters. A male who wants to see me first thing upon wakening and last thing as he closes his eyes at night. A male who needs me as much as his next breath.

You make no sense, my lord. If you don't care about my fortune or whether I love you, why on earth do you wish to marry me?" Ian reached for the curl again as though he couldn't stop himself. "Because I want to bed you.

Zander pulled on his T-shirt, realizing that his chest was dotted with love bites. Rae liked to chew on him. "I

Be subtle. "Slow eating is good," she agreed. "Like the way I eat chocolate-covered strawberries. The big, pointed ones that I can barely get my lips around. I like to suck them real slow.

Symington hadn't been