Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

It was a hate crime." Jess looked at Ric and back at Blayne. "You mean they attacked you because you're bl—" "A hybrid. Exactly!

Who am I kidding? What am I going to do with a girl like her?" "We had this talk when we were fourteen. I even brought my brother's Hustler for visual assistance.

Exactly! What kind of plumber has pristine nails?" "A smart one.

You do things just to irritate me, don't you?" Smiling, enjoying himself immensely, and determined to give her a wonderful and relaxing weekend, Van pushed Irene's wet hair from her face. "Don't be silly, doc." He kissed her lips, nuzzled her chin. "Of course I do things just to irritate you.

She'd never call Smith males "womanizers." Although she would call them whores.

Exactly what was wrong with her? And could she pass it on to any children she may have?

Didn't have much choice. Couldn't handle the whining." "She whines?" "Not her, but a teacup poodle." "Canines have teacup poodle shifters now?

You can't be hungry." "You keep saying that like you expect my answer to change.

While the two females snarled viciously at each other, Ric grabbed a stick from the ground and waved it between Jess and Blayne. "Look! Look! A stick! Who wants it? Who wants it? Go get it!" He threw the stick and Jess and Blayne watched it flip across the forest floor. Once it landed, they looked back at Ric. "Dude," Jess told him, "that was just rude.

Dee-Ann came back in the hallway and both men stopped and stared at her. "Just came back to get some water out of the fridge." When neither man said anything to her, she asked, "Somethin' wrong?" Ric stepped forward. "How many children do you want?" Lock grabbed Ric by his hair and yanked him back, slamming him into the front door. "Ow!

I thought it was bad when they made me wear this Jane Austen–suitor outfit, complete with cravat. But you! You look like you just escaped the set of Braveheart.

He'd hate to start killing people at this stage in the game. Especially some poor schmuck who happened to marry the wrong woman.

She took two steps to the left. He shadowed her. She took three quick steps to the right. He did the same. "You…you're…" She couldn't even think straight. "I need you to remain calm." "Fuck you!" "That's not calm.

That's why Ronnie was Sissy's best friend. She hated all the right people.

All right fine!" she snapped. "I'm in love with you. There. I said it. Now get over yourself." "You know, I think those are the words written on the Taj Mahal: 'I said it. Now get over yourself.' Some of the greatest love stories have started with those words.

No more Karaoke for you! Jessica Apologize or your out! But...but you love me! And we'll learn to live without you, too. unless you apologize.

Gwen was fighting really hard not to get caught up in Blayne's excitement. She'd done it before, gotten caught up. And that way laid madness…and jail time.

Do you want to come inside for a drink?" she softly offered. "No. No. No, no, no, no. No." Gwen stared at him. "One 'no' would have been clear." "Those 'no's' weren't for you. They were for me. I was simply saying them out loud.

Attacking someone without warning for something they did weeks before? Check. Ready to turn a simple breed dispute into something far uglier with the razor blade she kept on her at all times? Check. Using blood as a weapon of rudeness? Check. Threatening death? Check. Attacking a helpful stranger or friend? Check. Kissing a helpful stranger or friend without warning or permission? Check. Yeah, it only took Gwen six weeks to become her mother.

if I were you, I wouldn't try and track her down." "Why not?" "Because when it comes to Dee, you're better off not knowing where she's going or what she's up to. You'll only have to lie to the authorities later.

Dez turned those gorgeous gray-green eyes on the wolf, and Mace watched Smitty do what any sensible predator would do in a situation like this… Plot to run away.

Why couldn't she get the man out of her mind? Because he reminded you what that hole between your legs is really for.

He growled. Really, how attached could Smitty be to his sister? Would he really notice if Mace killed her?

You took my Lotus!" Sissy choked on her champagne, and Ronnie started looking for the exits or law enforcement with arrest warrants. Lord, what is the statute of limitations again?