Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

Don't fret none, darlin'. I got your back." "You said that in Budapest. I still have the scars, too.

She needed to say something sexy and romantic with a mere hint of her vast intelligence. Something that would entice him into bed. But what came out was, "I wanna fuck." -Miki Kendrick

Good." She seemed relieved, "They're here." She stood up and walked to the front of the parking lot just as four beautiful, tricked-out Choppers, all manned by women, pulled in and halted next to the girl. "Check it out." Angelina elbowed her friends, "Lesbians. In Texas .

What's the matter?" And she could hear the smile in his voice. "Cat got your crotch?

Here, baby. Here's a towel." She reached back, unable to face the man, and grasped the towel he handed her. Of course, it was a dish towel and not much good.

Conridge leaned across the table and touched Conall's arm. "I wouldn't worry." She motioned toward her husband. "I stabbed him in the leg and set his Mercedes on fire before I agreed to marry him. She just needs time."Conall frowned. "Uh…thank you?

I'm okay," he reassured her before he could say something stupid. Like "marry me.

Lessons? Oh no. I didn't need lessons." He glanced up and found her shaking her head in disgust at her own idiocy. "You see, Sissy said I wouldn't need lessons. 'You're a shifter,' she said. 'We can do anything,' she said.

Oh, come on, Jess!" May begged. "Just let me sit in it." "No! It's mine!" Jess rested her head against Lock's shoulder. "All mine. My throne of power. By this chair I rule.

I want to awkwardly hug you.

Miki took her hands away from her ears. "Yup. I'm a very good girl." Craig grimaced. "Don't say that." "Why?" "Because to guys it just means you swallow.

Irene sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just give her the flowers so we can be gone." She glanced at Van. "I grow tired of the company." Paul walked away and Van leaned against the wall, staring down Irene's cleavage. "You know, Irene," he said low, so only she could hear, "when you're mean to me like that…" "Yes?" "It makes me so horny.

So, what happened to your face?" Sara grabbed Miki by her T-shirt and jeans before she could dive over the counter at the Asian girl they called Kelly. Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, "You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood." Oh, yeah. That was subtle.

He made it to the front door before he looked back at her. Then his eyes grew wide. "Oh! I almost forgot." He came back over to her and handed her a card. "These are my numbers, e-mail addresses, business URL, physical address, and mailing address. You know…if you need to get in touch with me." Get in touch with him? But he left out his social security number, his date of birth, and his high school GPA.

Marry me." Hiding his immense relief, Lock replied, "Shouldn't we get to know each other better?" "What else is there to know?" she asked, her eyes gazing hungrily on his mouth

Ric stared up at the lion siblings. How Lock hadn't killed them already, he didn't know. If nothing else, Ric would have had them…managed by now. They'd be alive, but in Siberia.

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.

She kissed Mitch on the forehead. "Hello, pretty kitty.

Mitch opened his eyes, closed them, and then opened them wide. "There are big breasts in my face," he announced to anyone who would listen.

Sissy could walk home while you drive me and the groceries back." "Or," Sissy countered, "I could gut you here and let your rotting corpse attract the hyenas while we go home and enjoy a nice, quiet meal at my parents' house." Mitch thought about that a moment but finally shook his head. "That doesn't really work for me.

She never discussed her past in detail, but a few tidbits she'd dropped here and there over the last few months they'd all been hanging together convinced Ronnie and Sissy that the woman hadn't merely lived on the wild side, but instead owned prime real estate there.

Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg drily asked, "Do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your perfect white wedding?" As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Stieg by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

Mitch, Mitch, Mitch. If I stay, you'll only fall madly in love with me like so many men before you." "It's you we have to worry about," he sighed out. "You've already been trapped in my erotic web of lust. Might as well give it up to the daddy of all cats." Grinning, Sissy stretched out next to Mitch, her arm thrown over his waist. "You keep on dreamin' that dream, kitty." "I will. I own ponies in that dream, too.

Mitch glanced at Ralph and back at Brendon. "I think he's snoring." "Or those are hunger growls." "Bastard.