Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

I never knew she liked country music," Smitty said in awe. Yeah, that must make her prime mate material for a Smith. She'll fit right in at one of your hootenannies." -Mitch to Smitty

That's a shitty thing to do. It's almost catlike in its evilness." "See, your problem is you underestimate dogs. There's a reason many of us are let up on the couch, while they keep y'all in a zoo.

She still sighed out her answer, though. "Fine. I'll go." "Now, darlin'. I know I'm pulling you away from playing grab ass with my oldest boy on his nice hardwood floor…" Angie barely stopped herself from spitting out her mouthful of coffee. "But if he's anything like his daddy, trust me, he'll still be here when you get back.

What did the cat look like?" "I don't know. He was a little thing. Tiny. Lion…I think. You know, the breed with all the hair." "Tiny. Right. The world is filled with tiny lion males.

You're like seven feet tall, aren't you?" "I am not seven feet tall," he snapped at her as if she'd really insulted him. "I'm six-eleven." When she smirked in disbelief, he added, "And three-quarters.

They all stared at the television. Twenty male shapeshifters quietly watching "The Howling.

It's just taking some getting used to. The snarling, the hissing, the purring. Then I have to deal with it from the baby…." "Ha, ha," Mace stated dryly.

Don't threaten me with your eyebrows. I'm not. I'm interrogating you with my one raised eyebrow. If I was threatening you, I'd use both eyebrows. Like this.

Smirking, Cella stared at the five males in the elevator before asking the women with her, "Show of hands for anyone else who's had this fantasy before." He wasn't exactly surprised when all those hands went up.

Don't yell at me." "This is not yelling. This is panicked loud talking!

You do know I'm the one person who can shoot you and make it look like justifiable homicide?

I've found it's never the animals you have to worry about, Miki. It's the humans.

Arms crossed over that massive chest, the lion looked down his nose at Smitty as only a cat could. "What else have you taught my son? How to chase his tail? Lick his ass?" "Nah, I stuck with the cat basics. Park lazy ass under tree, sleep twenty hours, eat all the food after the females do all the hunting, take a few minutes to roar, then sleep another twenty hours.

Are you two done staring longingly in each other's eyes or should we just take a break?" Now scowling, Dee turned her head and focused on the only idiot really taking the game seriously. Mitch took a step back, grabbing his brother and yanking him in front of his body. "Take him, Dee. Take him!" "You bastard!" Brendon yelped.

Uh…tell me, Mace. Have you actually let her in on the fact she's yours now?" "No. But I will. She'll simply have to deal with it." Smitty sighed. "So says the King of the Jungle.

Jealousy over some big, dumb bear flew out the window as he stared at Ronnie. "You…you were banned from Norway? The country?

She scrambled to her feet, "We… uh… better get back. The clothes… ya know." True, her ten grand worth of clothes were in the back of his pick-up, but he really needed a moment to… uh… compose himself. "Are you coming?" Well, that's a loaded question.

Well, so you don't get too cocky, I myself often complete the TV Guide crossword puzzle." He puffed out his chest. "In pen.

Lock reached for the French toast first, but Ric slapped his hand away and placed a carefully prepared plate in front of him. As Lock waited, Ric went to the counter and returned with a small strainer. He tapped the side, covering the French toast with powdered sugar. Somehow the wolf managed not to get any on Lock's bacon or sausage. "There. Isn't that nice?" "I have to say our relationship is getting stranger and stranger as we get older.

Didn't she know? "Yes" to dinner today. "Yes" to marriage tomorrow. Dammit, he had a schedule to keep. A schedule that involved getting her sweet ass into bed as fast as humanly possible.

Can you believe him? I think the boy has lost his goddamn mind. Who the fuck plays tug with a crocodile?

They watched as the Shaw brothers played tug of war with a crocodile over what Travis would guess was a nine-point buck. The buck was still kicking, too, but that didn't stop the brothers or the croc. "I'm sensing the crazy gene, hoss," Donnie mumbled. "Ya think?

I swear, Santiago! You are an idiot!" "I'm only trying to help you along. The guy is all over you and you need to let him know your're interested before some other biker slut, such as yourself, snaps him up with a well-timed blow job.

She uses that shampoo," he sighed. "What shampoo?" "The one with honey in it." Ric's eyes crossed. "Oh, my God." "She was sitting in that tree, her leg bleeding out, and all I could think about was how good her hair smelled.