Quotes from Gena Showalter

His cunning gaze assesses the situation as if he's already considered three ways to destroy everyone present.

She had created her own misery. Had welcomed her own destruction. Had cast her own emotional illusions, believing in them until they became her reality.

Great. She was falling back into stubborn mode. But he didn't mind. She could say anything she wanted, do anything to him. He planned to stick to her like pasties on a stripper. "And

Dry your tears and march ahead. You can rest when you are dead.

Light is love. Love is life.

The darling man was sharing his body heat, reminding her of a beloved hero in a Julie Garwood novel.

Grass isn't greener on the other side. Grass is greener when you water it.

Un giorno qualcuno ti affascinerà e incanterà, tanto che lo desidererai con ogni fibra del tuo essere. Spero che ti faccia impazzire e che ti respinga, almeno per un po', così forse capirai una minima parte del mio dolore.»

Reyes la prese in braccio con un mugolio e i due scomparvero nella fortezza; le risatine di Danika erano l'unica prova della loro presenza.

A tooth lay next to the far wall—it probably belonged to the guy who'd thought this would be fun. Ha! I had endured several fists to my stomach and now had a cut lip, and a bruised thigh. One of the men had actually pulled my hair and scratched my cheek, like a sissy girl who hadn't gotten her way. What a pussy.

THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He'd never ripped a man's throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She'd made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows. Two

An extremely tattooed man frowned over at her. He had military-cropped brown hair, two eyebrow rings and soft, full lips. He also had more muscles than a world champion power-lifter. He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos. Even his cheeks were painted with violent images of war and weapons. His

Quando sono vicino a te, il mondo è silenzioso.»

Voglio una stanza tutta per me.» «No.» «No e basta?» «Esatto: tu resti qui.» Le parole con me non vennero pronunciate, ma erano sottintese. «Non ho vissuto a lungo a Budapest e non ho passato molto tempo in questa camera, ma è mia.» Come lo sei tu. Anche questo era sottinteso.

Hired guns were such babies.

How old is he?" I asked. Again, the servant shrugged. "Three hundred Earth years would be my guess." My jaw dropped. Three hundred fucking years old. I was attracted to a man, had kissed a man, who should have needed diapers and calcium supplements.

I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I'm not Justin Silverstone's biggest fan, but he's not a bad guy. Despite the mistakes he made in the past, he recently helped us destroy Anima from inside out. He's proven himself. And yet, the moment he put his arm around Camilla and turned on his megawatt smile, Ive wanted to open him up from navel to nose, just to play Operation. Same way I reacted when the waiter touched her. I think I'm on my period.

Scars speak for you. They say you're strong and you've survived something that might have killed others.

Non sono una dei tuoi uomini; non puoi darmi ordini» si ribellò Gwen. «Se fossi una dei miei uomini, in questo momento mi vergognerei dei miei pensieri.»

I'm beginning to think," I say, "Might Equals Right shouldn't mean the strong are tasked with the protection of the weak, because the strong aren't always strong and the weak aren't always weak. Everyone stumbles. And one day, when you stumble - and you will- you'll need someone to help you stand. Will be there anyone eager to do so, or will there be a line of people hoping to kick you while you're down?

Not that Strider was intoxicated. He was the sober one. He reclined on a delightfully cushioned lounge in the sprawling ranch Paris had rented. In Dallas, Texas, of all places. Promiscuity had decked himself out, too, wearing a Stetson (weird), no shirt (understandable), unfastened jeans (smart) and cowboy boots (weird again). Dude looked ready to rustle cattle or something. At

The closer we came to the warehouse, the more she talked about her brother. On and on she went. "He will kill you," she threatened. "Kyrin has killed more humans than any of our kind," she boasted. By the time we reached Dallas, I longed to cut off my ears and give them to anyone who would take them, just so I wouldn't have to hear another word about her brother.

Right now steam enveloped her and Sabin, thick as clouds. Hot water cascaded down the planes and curves of her body. Nothing had ever felt so amazing—except for the naked man behind her, pinning her in, keeping her inside. She would not hook up with a demon, no matter how sexy he was. Would she? Her life didn't need more weird. Did it? Why

Ashlyn had mentioned her, but not which warrior the woman belonged to. Whoever it was obviously treated her well. Never had Danika seen a happier female. Lucien released a sigh. "What are you up to, Anya? You only grin like that when you have something planned." Scarred Lucien was her man? Wow. A true beauty and the beast.