Quotes from Evangeline Anderson

I risked a quick glance over my shoulder as we raced through the door and saw some men in uniforms converging on the spot we had been fighting. The three weres were lying on the floor, all obviously injured. Three Wolf Moon's leg was bent at a wrong angle and Tribal Tattoos was holding his arm and howling. Brass Knuckles was still scrabbling at his bleeding neck, sobbing like a little girl that he had been bitten.

Unfortunately ignorance of the law is not excuse for breaking it,

He hates me now. She watched the viewscreen, seeing the distant stars rush past as the vast, sleek form of the Mother ship grew closer. He'd rather endure horrible pain than feel anything at all for me. But who could blame him? After all, it wasn't as though she was some kind of prize. Emotionally damaged, that's what I am. What happened with Burke, what he did to me, ruined everything. Everything. She

The Laws of Ownership," she said and this time her face went positively red. "I never understood before but maybe… maybe that's what this… this feeling is all about." I nodded slowly. "Corbin said you would belong to me and I would belong to you. I guess I never really got it, either." I got it now, though. Got the fact that I wanted her with me always. I wondered if she felt the same way. Or if she ever would.

Oh, is that Sylvan's?" Nadiah's eyes sparkled. "Is it from the vranna he killed for his manhood hunt?" "Uh, as a matter of fact, it is." "And he let you wear it." Nadiah stroked the thick, green-blue fur softly. "His manhood cloak. That's so romantic." "It

You're not going to give up on this, are you?" "You're my responsibility now. Mine to care for, to cherish, to protect." He said the words simply as though it was the most normal thing in the world to have complete accountability for a woman he'd never met before that day. "If you're hurting I can't rest until I ease your pain. Understand, Olivia?" "All right.

Not only was Feenah—whoever she was—Sylvan's ex, she was also his childhood sweetheart! How could she compete with that? You're not supposed to be competing, she reminded herself sternly. He's foresworn himself of you, remember? But the thought didn't make her feel one bit better. In fact, she felt worse. "Uh-huh.

Before she could protest, Baird swung her up into his arms and rose in one smooth motion, as though she didn't weigh a thing. "Hey, I can walk you know!" She wanted to struggle in his arms but the ground was suddenly a long way down and she had no desire to fall on her ass on the tarmac. "No you can't. You're injured.

Forgive him, my lady Kat." The blond haired twin, Lock, swept Kat a courtly bow. "As you know, Deep tends to speak without thinking." Sophie looked at Olivia again and mouthed, "My lady?" but again Liv just shrugged. It was clear she was as much in the dark as Sophie. "Come

When she of the night Drinks from he of the day The curse of the moon May the sun's curse allay. When she succumbs To the were's Scarlet Heat And is bred by the wolf Then meat may she eat And nevermore fear The sun's golden light When she drinks from the one Who howls in the night.

I mean, what is 'normal' anyway? It's just a societal construct that we all choose to live under to avoid social friction.

Kat threw a glance over her shoulder, apparently checking to be sure they weren't being followed. When she saw nothing, she slacked her rapid pace a bit. "I've just had it up to my eyeballs with those guys. Them and their stupid feelings." "What

Animals aren't deliberately cruel," she said softly. "I mean, they may do savage things sometimes but it's because of instinct, not because they want to hurt someone on purpose. You know?" I nodded. "So animals are safer than men—is that what you're saying?" "Pretty much." She crossed her arms over her chest

Half man and half beast Cursed to draw breath The other wolves fear him For his name is death.

It's all right, Lilenta," Baird whispered soothingly in her ear. "All right now. Nothing's gonna hurt you. I've got you." Liv

His voice was a muted roar and his face was still the mask of a beast. Gone was the kind, patient male who had carried her for miles, gone was the gentle soul who had healed her wounds so tenderly. In his place was a monster—at least that was how he looked to Sophie. "I

Just promise me you'll stop acting like a bastard," Lock pleaded. "Having her hate us won't help the process any." Deep gave him a sardonic smile. "Don't worry—I'll be on my best behavior.

I felt the wolf moving in the back of my brain, panting and eager, demanding that we claim our mate, that we mark her and make her ours beyond the shadow of a doubt.

He knows I'm afraid to trust him. He knows he scares me. And that knowledge hurt him, somehow. Hurt him deeply. "I know you fear me," Deep said, as though reading her mind. "But I swear I would never hurt you, little Kat. Please…will you let me bring you pleasure?" "Yes," she whispered, giving in at last.

Now are you going to come out and let us help you or not?" "Forget it. I know what your idea of help is—both of you skewering me at once. I'm not about to become a sexual shish-ka-bob for the rest of my life just because I ate the wrong fruit by mistake." "It

My heart was heavy as I scrubbed her warm, sweet feminine smell from my skin and even heavier as I imagined the wounded, frightened look in her eyes when I showed up on her front step again. But all the same, I couldn't stop wanting to see her. Even if I could never have her ever again, I couldn't help myself. I loved her.

He was immense. Long and thick and hard, the club of his sex rose from between his thighs. I know I said before that I always thought a man's penis is the most ridiculous part of him but there was nothing ridiculous about this. Intimidating was a word that came to mind. Also frightening, scary, and oh-my-God-how-is-he-going-to-fit-that-thing-inside-me? Well,

He'd used her body as an implement of self pleasure without bothering to make sure that Olivia was satisfied, a fact that made Baird angry and disgusted. It was like using a fine musical instrument to play a simple, selfish tune when it was capable of producing a much richer, more complex sound if only you took the time to really master it.

It does matter," Lauren said earnestly. "My mom always says that everyone just needs three things to be happy—something to do, something to look forward to, and someone to love." He