Quotes from Nalini Singh

His lips…his lips should've been illegal.

care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body—but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it. —Handwritten note from Max to Sophia

amaban los arcángeles como los humanos? ¿O sus sentimientos eran más profundos, de esos que arrancaban sangre al corazón?

My mother does not consider you my pet, Elena. She is very kind to pets.

She wouldn't have let him," Lucas said, touching Ashaya's face with his palm. It was a gesture of acceptance, as well as an alpha's offer of protection. "Dorian's mate is a strong woman.

His emotional state is irrelevant." Raphael's face was brutal in its repudiation. "It's because of him that you didn't have what you needed to heal as a child.

Estás jugando con arcángeles. Una «ligera ventaja» supone una gran mejora en comparación con una «muerte segura».

Aodhan was the one who answered, voice quiet but words potent. "If Raphael were to perish, the Seven divided, would we not come together should we have a chance to avenge his death?

I'd kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I'd have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I'd suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don't mind teeth, do you, Grace?

What is it like to be mortal?" Startled, she took a second to think, to consider. "Life is much more immediate. When you have a time limit, every moment gains an importance that an immortal will never know.

You'll take her with you." Naasir looked up at Raphael. Blinked. Then snarled. "I can't be dragging around a historian. They break.

Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. "Mind if I have a go?" "Kick his ass." Stripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom's blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. "Sure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?" "Did I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?

Mercy closed her eyes, the better to savor the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt. She was never ever going to accuse Riley of being uncreative again. The man had plenty of imagination. Plenty. His tongue was doing things to her that she knew were illegal somewhere, and—"Riley!" Her body shook under the force of a wickedly powerful orgasm as he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking hard.

She didn't give in to pity. That woman - girl, really - had survived a monster intent on destroying everything she was. She deserved a fucking medal for courage, not pity.

No buts, nothing. You have the ability to piss me off without even trying, but I'll fucking take a gun to my head before I lay a hand on you. You clear on that?

Random sex isn't my style." "Who said anything about random?" Another teasing brush, another rush of exquisite pleasure. "I plan to have sex with you on a regular basis.

I said I would kiss you. I never said where I would kiss you." [...] "A kiss between two people is, by definition, on the lips," she argued. [...] "But this isn't about two people kissing. It's me kissing you .

Because somewhere along the way, a poison had infiltrated their relationship. Quiet and stealthy, it had eaten into the fabric of emotion that bound them until that fabric was threadbare … and her wolf had withdrawn totally from the relationship.

What about you, pretty boy? You gonna stand there and let your girlfriend do all the work?" "What?" Watch my seriously hot woman put you on your fat ass and look sexy while she's doing it? Oh, yeah, I'm definitely game for that.

He didn't care about the cameras, just wanted to touch her. He could do that now without crossing dangerous lines because Kit thought it was all make-believe. But when he wrapped her hand firmly in his and held it against his thigh, he meant it. And when he tugged her close to his side and leaned down to nuzzle at her hair, he meant that too. As he did his words when he released her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you're here.

Rising above the squadrons, so he was visible to all, he raised his arm and his sword. "This is our land," he said, augmenting his voice so it'd reach every man and woman, mortal and immortal, who'd fight this day. "We will not be intimidated, and we will not surrender. We did not begin this war, but we will end it!" A roar shook the world, arms and voices raised in solidarity.

Tell me you got back at him." "Are you kidding? I smiled like the perfect Indian princess, asked hi one sugar or two and put in seven. You should've seen his face when he had to choke it down or risk insulting my entire family." Total evil satisfaction in her tone.

To enjoy the now. It'll be gone soon enough, and no one knows what the next hour, much less tomorrow, will bring.

The walk to the exit brought him into contact with several changelings. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the response his presence elicited. Smiles, waves, shouted hellos and even slaps on the back when he didn't move away fast enough.