Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

No. He'd make sure they went to see her parents on Christmas. Besides, it would be nice to have a real Christmas dinner that didn't involve senators or a live wild boar they hunted and devoured raw.

So what's up, Clark?" "Was wondering if this is yours?" "If what's mine?" Clark turned around and showed them his back, where the quivering, sobbing mess that was Charlie's baby sister had attached herself.

All this money, but scientists still have to beg for funds in the search to end cancer.

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.'" "Sadistic heifer. And it was just a question.

Your family is coming here?" a voice from the doorway eagerly asked. Livy snarled. "Kyle—" "Honey badgers? Honey badgers are coming to stay with us?

Is there something wrong with you? Mentally?" "Darlin', you met my family. You've gotta be more specific than that.

You know what really pisses me off?" Charlie asked as she dragged her yelling cousin behind her. "I mean, besides when assholes such as yourself believe they can put their hands on women without their consent.

It's so hard to tell with him. He always looks like he's working the customer service desk at the DMV." "I always thought he looked like a postal worker who's about one write-up away from losing it completely.

True, Irene Conridge was a hell of a lot tougher than a battalion of well-trained Roman soldiers, but he was a descendant of barbarians…he'd get what he wanted. And he wanted her. So he'd have her—and she'd better be goddamn glad about it, too.

Who'd make that shit up? Well," she reasoned, "maybe Stephen King. But then it would involve murderous clowns or haunted hotels or . . . the end of the world. Have you read The Stand?" "Is this how Manson worked?" "Manson who?

It's not living off me if you're going to be my wife anyway." "Huh?" "Nothing.

In fact, his adult brain acted like his adolescent brain used to. It stopped functioning. All it wanted to do was wrap itself around the owner of that scent and purr. The cat in him wanted to stretch out his body and rub his face into that scent. He'd been right. She was here.

Didn't even have to argue with her. She just told me she loved me and offered the back of her neck." He crossed his arms over his chest. "How many pups you got with Janie Mae now, Bubba Ray . . . and still she's as unmarked as a newborn babe. So which Smith has control of his female now, boy?

Ric placed his elbows on his desk and rested his chin in the palms of his hand. "So, let me sum up - we've got one vote for total annihilation and one vote for forcing them to join the hockey team. Am I correct?" "Yes," both females replied.

Stevie stared out the front window for several seconds ruminating on that bit of information before admitting, "Dear God. I'm terrified of myself.

You stray-dog this Berg! You stray-dog this!

Your lips are like fingers?

You motherfuckingbastardsonofabitchwhorecocksuckerprick!

Got any brothers or sisters?" "No." "Not a real chatty gal, are ya?" "Exactly how am I supposed to expand on not having siblings? Should I cry?

you never get rid of friends like these. They follow you to hell so they can torture you for eternity.

She should have remembered her Grandmother Fiona's words to her when she turned ten. "Honey, all men are idiots." As always, the older generation called it.

I see." Charlie brushed nonexistent lint off her jeans. "Because a honey badger family is not nearly as important as a pack or pride or a teddy bear picnic." "I don't think bears call themselves . . . that.

It was strange to hear a wolf sigh in clear annoyance and see it roll its eyes. No. It wasn't strange…it was weird.

Hold on," she murmured, and he briefly wondered if she ever used that particular tone of voice in bed. Mitch snorted, trying to stop where his thoughts were headed—again. "Yeah, yeah. Show me what ya got, sweet—Mother of God Almighty!