Quotes from Gena Showalter

I'm going to my room," Jessie Kay called. "Y'all do me a favor and argue loud enough so I can listen in without having to strain myself.

I think he's going to kiss the lobe but he whispers

Every cell singing, begging for a rush of sensation only the press of male hardness against female softness could give.

With Torin stretched over her, his weight pinning her down, his heat and scent surrounding her, she was utterly consumed with pleasure. It saturated her bones, submerged her mind, tickled her every cell. She was alive with decadent sensation.

Tu boca es una boca de doscientos-dólares-la-hora, no una boca de cuéntame-todos-tus-secretos-o-te-mataré.-Lucius a Eden

Grinning, Atlas followed her inside. He liked this softer side of her. She stood in the center, twirling, clearly trying to take everything in at once. He'd spread furs on the floor and had even carted a small round table here and piled it high with her favorite foods. There was a porcelain tub already filled with steaming water, rose petals floating on the surface. Never let it be said that the Titan god of Strength did not know how to romance a woman. Nike's

No. Dang him, no!

Ten tears fall, and I call. Nine hundred trees, but only one is for me. Eight times eight times eight they fly, whatever you do, don't stay dry. Seven ladies dancing, ignore their sweet romancing. Six seconds to hide, up, up, and you'll survive. Five times four times three, and that is where he'll be. Two I'll save, I'll be brave, brave, brave. The one I adore, I'll come back for.

Please," she cried. "Please." A fierce roar split the night, shaking the ground, rattling the trees. Suddenly Maddox was beside her again, drowning out the voices. "Foolish Bait," he spat. More to himself, he added, "Foolish warrior." Crying

Humans needed love to survive. Love was sustenance. Love was life. The more she poured into others, the more others could pour into her.

But then, I deserve to lose you. For years you took care of me like a mother takes care of her child. You sacrificed for me. You loved me when I was unlovable and helped me when I scorned you. Saying thank you a thousand times wouldn't be enough. Saying I'm sorry a million times might be a start.

open, hinges broken, wood shards raining all around

Her pain was so strong, so shrill she could almost understand a man's suffering when he had a cold.

The speaker was a handsome man, probably only twenty years old, and he had a hard-on the size of a police baton. Impressive, but it wasn't going to save him from a beating.

I'm married, yes, but not for long. This girl will be getting a speedy annulment." Another step. "No need. I'll make you a widow.

Work with Evangeline Black? I'd rather be slit open from navel to nose." -CORBIN BLUE "Good thing I always carry a knife." -EVIE BLACK

GUILT COULD NOT change the past. Worry could not change the future.

The more evil you do, the more evil you are

What do you think we'll find?" Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. "And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you've given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.

the truth hurts for a little while. Lies hurt forever.

These people might be vicious and bloodthirsty, but they loved each other. Deeply. Madly. Their devotion was palpable.

Clay is in the Everlife now. We should be happy for him.

because they had been an emotional, volatile couple, and had fought as passionately as they'd loved.

Lo único que no podría soportar sería vivir sin tí