Quotes from Teresa Medeiros

A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.

Abby_Donovan: Heathcliff was a misogynistic asshole. MarkBaynard: Could you explain that to my Lit 101 class? I hate to see all those impressionable young females swoowing over him like he's Edward Cullen. Abby_Donovan: I've always been Team Jacob myself. And Team Mr Rochester.

He had been willing to hold on to hope even when it looked like all hope was lost. She owed him no less.

MarkBaynard: I figured out in the first grade that it was better to crack a joke than somebody's skull.

He caught her by the shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. Do you think you're so charming in that silly little nightdress that I can't resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it comes to you? B-b-but I— Well, you're right, he shouted. I don't! With that, his lips came down on hers

I wanted to prove myself worthy of the girl I loved. I wanted to be able to return and lay not only my heart, but the world, at her feet.

No thanks, I've already eaten.

Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as dark and impenetrable as his eyes. Rowena had to look away. She forced herself to remember how he had used his body and her need as weapons to weave a punishing net of pleasure.

Nursemaid, you mean? Someone who can sing me to sleep at bedtime, spoon porridge into my mouth, and wipe my"—he hesitated just long enough to make both servants cringe with dread—"chinif I dribble?" "I haven't the voice for lullabies and I'm sure you're perfectly capable of wiping your own…chin,

Not since the serpent approached Eve in the Garden had a woman been so tempted by forbidden fruit.

He was nothing but a shadow on the horizon when that old basset hound of his escaped from the sheriff's office and went loping down the street. When she reached the edge of town, she sank down on her grizzled haunches, threw back her head, and let out a howl that broke nearly every heart that heard it. Later, there would be many who would swear he'd reined in his mare and stood silhouetted against the sunset for a timeless moment.

Oddly enough, it was Prudence he studied beneath his lashes, not MacKay. The words he spoke came straight from his heart. "No. Because she felt ashamed. Because she felt dirty. After the things he did to her, she could never feel worthy of someone as fine as you.

Although she struggled against him, it took very little effort for him to turn the primitive weapon and bring the point of it to bear against his chest. If you honestly believe I'm some sort of monster, he rasped, his gaze as fierce as she had ever seen it, then go ahead and drive it home. My heart hasn't been my own from the first moment I laid eyes on you, so you might as well finish the job.

How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?

My heart, as you well know, Bright Eyes, has always been yours for the asking. Or the staking.

MarkBaynard: You know what they say- dying is easy; comedy is hard.

Older sisters are far more powerful than vampires. Not even garlic or a crucifix will keep us away when we're determined to meddle in your affairs.

Abby_Donovan: C'mon…who are you really? Are you hiding a secret identity? Are you Batman? Ashton Kutcher?

My lord! We thought you were taking an afternoon nap!" "Sorry to disappoint you," the earl of Sheffield drawled, his voice muffled by the rug. "Someone must have forgotten to tuck me into my cradle.

Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman's elegant script, were two words. The ink might have faded, but the sentiment would surely endure forever. Dix's strong, warm arms went around her. He rested his cheek against hers as they whispered in unison,"My Darling".

What are you doing? she whispered, torn between hope and alarm. Making the biggest mistake of my life, he said grimly, before dragging her into his arms and claiming her lips in a wild and desperate kiss that stole both her breath and heart away.

Your growling and posturing might impress the sort of women you're accustomed to consorting with,but quite frankly, I find them to be a bit of a bore. Portia to Julian

To Fate, a fickle mistress whose sense of justice is exceeded only by her sense of humor.

I am the one who needs rescuing. Save me (…) Save me from going back to being the man I was before I came here. Save me from all the years of loneliness I'll have to endure without you in my arms. Save me from spending the rest of my life longing for a woman I can never have.