Quotes from Jeaniene Frost

You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.

Juan gave Bones the most admiring look he'd bestowed on him yet. You talked her into going without panties all these years? Madre de Dios, now that's impressive. I could learn a great deal from you, amigo.

You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when I called her that! My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine!

I am going to knock the slut out of you. And that should take some doing, you uppity English tramp!

Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?" In this case, it's a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.

Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?" Bones asked, getting back to the subject. You to take me," she replied at once. Not gonna happen!" I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That's when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.

She's my kitten, and no one else's.

He f**ks even better than he looks", I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn't care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don't you worry.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!

I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.

I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.

Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.

I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.

Playing with fire Kitten?

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor

...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn't that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled. Is he still there?

Less bitching...more learning.

Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.

You don't have to echo my feelings, Mencheres, but you can't talk me out of them either. I love you" Her smile was wry. "Deal with it.

I've heard the expression climbing walls, but I never thought I'd experience it, let alone like that," she murmured, her mouth curling into what was probably a dreamy smile.

Paranormal fiction offers authors - and readers - the chance to answer the question, 'What if?' All the different ways that question can be answered make for extremely entertaining reading.