Quotes from Gena Showalter

I caught you, saved you from painting the ground with your organs. You owed me a favor, and I asked for a single day without bloodshed.' 'Yeah, but you didn't specify which day.' With that, Paris dismissed the angel.

Game of Thrones? No. Game of loans. I'm going to loan my foot to your ass." - Taliyah, the Cold Hearted

Puck the Undefeated had just become Puck the Fucked.

Biscuit growls. "Take one more step toward my girl, and you'll lose a foot." I'm impressed. And I'm jealous of a freaking dog. He's a hero, and I'm a zero.

Low maintenance is what's forgettable.

Fine," Jack said. "Kyrin's yours." Those words affected me on a deep, primal level. Mine, I thought. All mine.

People lie because they wish to impress those around them. I seek to impress no one. You would be wise to remember that.

I may not be a doctor, but I've watched every episode of House. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing.

Poor guy, she thought with a shudder. Clearly he had no idea the crappy hand he'd been dealt. If she had to choose between being an angel and a dog, she'd choose the dog. They, at least, were respectable" Bianka of Lasyter

But his plans didn't matter, she supposed, since he would soon be at her mercy. Not that she had any." - Bianka

That didn't change her plans, however. She would seduce him - and then she would slice his heart in two. A symbolic gesture, really. An inside joke between them. Well, for herself. He might not get". - Bianka of Lasyter

I've known him a long time. I admire him. Hell, I might even love him. He helped me when—well, he helped me, and I owe him. He never lies, never plays games. He always says what he means and means what he says. And he has made it clear you're off-limits.

Two or more glasses of wine a day can severely reduce your risk of giving a shit.

A fresh surge of fury radiated from William as he sidled next to Puck. "He didn't ask you what they'd done. He asked you where they were. Answer!" "Do not intimidate my subjects," Puck snapped. To the man, he said, "I didn't ask you what they'd done. i asked you where they were.

Stupid. Put your hope in the right thing, and it would be a lifeline. Put your hope in the wrong thing, and it would be a noose.

You have really long eyelashes," Sunny blurted out. Interesting segue. But he could roll. He leaned back, crossing his ankles, saying, "My eyes sparkle like sapphires. I'm built like a tank and hung like a stallion." Now she wrinkled her brow, clearly confused. "I don't understand what you're doing." That makes two of us.

Emotional entanglements are messy. And if I don't get involved, I don't have to worry about getting hurt. -SHAYE

I asked why you want to keep your clothes on. Are you scarred?" Shiver bumps dotted her skin. "No." Not physically, at least. "It will not bother me if you are. I swear. I will kiss them better," he said huskily.

PS: I was assigned a guardian poodle. You did not misread. I said POODLE. If you want to be insulted on my behalf, feel free. I turned her down - of course.' 'PS: I was assigned a grizzy bear. Suck it.

One drop of poison will kill her strongest foe...and the last remnant of goodness that burns in her heart. For she had forgotten a simple truth. Character meant more than beauty, always.

This is Lina. My heart soars; I guess it recognises what my eyes do not. This is the woman who played with me when my parents were too busy. The one who helped me survive Many Ends the first three times. I love her, I do. Despite the fact that she once stabbed me with the end of a paintbrush.

Go ahead. Would you like a preview of what's gonna happen when you carry me outside the inn?" He tosses the empty bottle at the trash can, misses, then skips over to scoop up the teddy bear. He meets Sloan's gaze, his bottom lip turning down in a pout. Tears well in his eyes. "I tried to s-stop her, officer, but she t-touched my private p-place.

To stop himself from reaching out, he folded his arms over his chest, his shirt straining. Her gaze fell, locking on his left bicep. Damn. If she wanted him the way he wanted her, they were going to be in trouble. Lots and lots of pleasurable, oh, so wrong trouble. Again

Fear is the enemy at your back with a knife to your throat