Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

You've scrubbed that kitchen within an inch of its life, haven't you?" "Actually, no. I don't have that kind of time anymore. So I hire people to do it for me. But they've passed my white glove inspection and that's all that matters to me.

Uh…could you leave him here? He kind of comes with the place." Frowning, Lock glanced down. "Oh, jeez!" Oh, jeez?

All right. Talk to me darlin'. You're not insane. A little crazy, but not insane. And this...everything you've gotten...in the last few days...do you know how many people would kill for this?" "But...

Dez cringed as her boss slammed his door closed. But before she could walk away, he snatched it open again. "And I better not see your ass until after the New Year!" He slammed it again. Dez glared at Bukowski as she headed back to her desk. "I didn't even do anything." "You did ask her if she killed Petrov. I think your exact words were, 'You whacked him, didn't you? You sadistic bitch.

A cry for help that only Ma and someone else's apple pie—" because Christ knows Ma can't bake "—can fix.

It's all right." He stretched his shoulders out, the flesh between his blades sore, which meant his grizzly hump had grown while he was still human. Rare and not good. "Really. It's all right. And I can understand if you're not comfortable staying here tonight." He looked up at her. "Or if you want some space or…if you…if you…why are you getting naked?

I like her." Because she makes you shine.

Now can I go in and kill everybody?" Max asked. "No." "You and your half-canine morals. It does nothing but get in the way." "I know you're working hard to be a sociopath, but stop it." "Sociopath is in the eye of the—" "—forensic psychologist working for the prosecution?

Mace really wanted to shift right then and there. Rip the mans throat out and bring his lifeless corpse back to Dez as a kinda pre-wedding gift. Although right in the middle of Macy's ...that might be a bit tacky. Even for him.

But my pretty little Gwen…me and her daddy…" Then she purred. Seriously. Purred.

See…I'm the United Nations of the shifter world. Willing to take all comers.

Now he was hungry, tired, and covered in boar's blood. He hated hunting his own food!

It wasn't really fair. He was only sorta human!

I can't see straight. But that's okay.

You didn't do anything. But I won't let anyone talk to you like that.. I don't care who they are." "You ready to fight the whole town then, darlin'?" She pursed her lips and said without even a bit of hesitation, "If I have to.

As my daddy would say, time to start the killin

She didn't know how Charlie did this on a daily basis. Maintain order. Honestly, it would have been easier just to make a run for it or lay waste to everyone in a five-mile radius. Illegal but easier. Oh, and . . . yeah . . . morally wrong

All right now. That's it!" the Irish priest snapped from the front of the church. "We'll have none of that grizzly shit in this holy house of my Lord. And you, badger, find a seat somewhere else." When Freddy didn't move, the tiger priest warned, "Don't make me tear that puny head from your shoulders, my good lad. Because we both know I will, now don't we?

What is with this dog?" Erin demanded "she's acting like a stripper with new tits." "She's proud" Annalisa said. "She's one of us," Jace added. "She's a dog .

You're not going to kill me, skin me, and wear my head as a hat?

Because according to my father, many teachers, and quite a few anger-management counselors, I seem to lack that little internal device that stops things that are best left unsaid from being said.

He actually wasn't too bad. For a big cat doing the mambo.

Good Lord, Rory Lee!" Ronnie snarled. "You don't throw babies! Especially mine!" "Look what he did to me!" Rory pointed at his unmarred neck. "What am I looking at?" Sissy Mae asked. "'Cause I don't see nothin'." "Just wait until the little bastard grows into his fangs," Rory promised. "Then you'll see!

I'm sure. I do not need to hear about my 'frisky' father.