Quotes from Nalini Singh

She jumped as her cell phone rang. "It's His Carnivorousness," she muttered

In our terms, you are a baby and I am robbing the cradle.

The first time I walked into the room and saw Naya asleep on Lucas's chest while he slept, too, his hand over her naked baby butt..." Sascha sighed, rubbing a fist over her heart. "I don't think I've recovered.

Do you know how sexy you are when you dress in these suits? Especially when you button up your shirt, then slot in the cuff links. Watching you is like having a waking erotic dream." Kaleb smiled inwardly. "Yes, I know.

Love gives far more than it ever takes. And love makes us want to give.

She gave a frustrated little cry. "Everyone thinks I should be wrapped up in cotton wool and babied-when I'm not being pitied, that is! But I'm no tame housecat. I never have been. What was done to me didn't alter that. I'm attracted to Judd's strength-give me a nice gentle puppy dog of a man and I'd drive him to tears within the hour.

Vaughn, she realized, would never let her shortchange herself. He'd always demand that she be all the woman she could be, even if that woman promised to make life more difficult for him.

I love you, Kaia Luna." Never had he spoken those three words to a lover. "With all of the man I am, the good and the bad, the mistakes and the glories. I love you to the depths of my being, and if tomorrow I don't wake as me—

Only the stupid regret choices. The smart learn to adapt.

I don't need a mate," she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. "But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strong male to dance with? Pretty please?

Not according to your definition. It appears Andromeda has taken a vow of celibacy." Naasir groaned. "I think I should jump off into traffic. It'd be less painful than such torture.

There was no bond, but she reached him in ways no one else ever had. "If you ever find your true mate," he said, "I won't allow you freedom." He didn't have such goodness in him.

Tell me about him... please.

I'll tell Mom I'm bringing someone and that we'll be late." "Yeah. It'll give your date time to find another partner." That lethal edge was back in his voice. Her stomach muscles tightened. "Zach?" "Might as well get this out in the open." He pulled the car into a small layby and turned to brace his hand against the top edge of her seat. "I'm not real good at sharing.

If I could have, I would've taken you with me," Walker said. "That I couldn't do, but I could make sure you had the tools to survive." It didn't answer Aden's question, but he didn't push. Then Walker added, "You're not my son, Aden, but that's how I've always thought of you.

I don't want the … issues between us"—raging sexual arousal fused with the red haze of the anger that licked the air—"to bleed over into our working relationship. Let's agree to stay out of each other's way as much as possible, and be polite when it's not.

If you do that, I won't ever let you go." If the physical connection had sealed them together, this would turn that seal into an unbreakable glue. "Even my death won't free you." The psychic scars would be irreparable. "Whether we bond or not, your loss would change me forever." A quiet voice that held so much power it vibrated with it. "You are written indelibly on my soul, Zaira. Nothing will ever alter what you are to me.

Like Raphael's Seven," Izak continued, aching hope in his expression. "You're a consort. Elijah's consort has a Guard." Elena didn't know what she would do with a Guard, but saying no to this fragile, broken, hopeful boy was out of the question. "Consider yourself the first member." His smile lit up the whole room.

No power is worth you, Elena-mine. I would give up immortality for a single mortal lifetime with you.

Most hunters can take care of themselves." "So can most vampires of my strength," he said with the confidence that made him so attractive. "That doesn't mean I would not be delighted if you showed a care for this Cajun's hide.

I think, to be missed is a gift. To be remembered an even bigger one.

The man she'd glimpsed that morning, and the one who'd cared enough to put his arms around a packmate who was hurting, he was dangerous, someone who spoke to her soul beyond the primitive tug of sex.

I had a five-year plan once. It was a good one, too. Then life happened. —Unknown street philosopher

And she knew this silent dance between them would be decided tonight, one way or the other. Either she tore down every one of her defenses and accepted his claim to the soul, or she walked away. Except she didn't think the latter was an option.