Quotes from Maya Banks

I want babies too, he said huskily. Daughters as beautiful as you are.

It's the same as if I just handed you a knife and offered you my balls, for God's sake. And I don't even give a fuck. Because I have no pride when it comes to you. There is nothing I wouldn't do or say to make you understand that I love you. I fucking love you. There, I said it. Do you believe me now? He sounded so pissed off and angry that the admission had been torn from him that she had to battle the smile forming on her lips.

You can't control everything. You can't control how someone feels about you. Or what makes them tick. You can only control how you react, how you act, how you think and feel.

Decide what makes you happy and damn what anyone else thinks or says

I want him to burn for me, to not be able to go a day without touching me, holding me, caressing me. He'll be an excellent lover. I want a man who knows how to please me

I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine.

He did and said all the right things. Things that went straight to her heart, and worse, they inspired the one thing that she'd given up along time ago. Hope.

There were worse things than death, as she'd discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.

She wanted happily ever after more than he could possibly know. She wanted forever. Problem was, she just wasn't sure she believed in it anymore. It was why she clung to her fiction so much. She immersed herself in books because there she could be anyone and it was easy to believe in love and happily ever after

Never run out on me again. No matter what happens, you stay and fight. Yell at me, argue, throw something at me, whatever you want to do, but never walk away from me. Promise me that.

Tell me, warrior, how soon can we do this again?

He inhaled her scent, uncaring of the blood and dirt and grime that permeated her hair and clothing. He was holding her. Finally holding her. "You're real. You're real." She pulled away, looked up at him, the same answering emotion shining in her blue eyes. With a groan, he lowered his mouth to hers. He couldn't hold back. Nothing in the world would have kept him from kissing her in that moment. He was overcome.

Taking the leap felt appropriate. Only it wasn't just a short hop. It was a full plunge off a cliff.

God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me. You can't talk to me like that, nobody says things like that to a woman he just met. It's insane. I just did. And I plan to keep saying them until you believe every word.

My lady, I don't simply care for her. I love her. She is my entire life. Without her, I am nothing. I have nothing.

He was better than any drug, any remedy for her illness.

I hope you find what you're looking for," Micah said. "I've already stopped looking," Damon said quietly. "It's kind of hard to look for something you've stopped believing in.

Was he demanding? Hell yes, but he wasn't selfish. He took. He was ruthless in his demands. But he gave her back so much. Not just materially but emotionally, though he'd likely deny he did any such thing.

Oh hell. A warm, lush, naked woman coming on to him? Nothing in the military had prepared him for an onslaught like this. The never-surrender thing went right out the window, and he started waving the white flag like a dog wagging his tail.

What are the two of you whispering about?" Alaric demanded irritably. She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion. "If I wanted you to know, I'd have spoken louder," she said calmly. He turned away muttering what she was sure were more blasphemies about annoying females. "You must make the priest weary with the length of your confessions," she said. He raised one eyebrow. "Who says I confess anything?

You're scared of the way I make you feel because you don't want to feel anything. Man up and tell me you don't want me, but don't make excuses.

Seeing you happy is the best gift I could ever ask for.

Fantasies were safe. It was a break from reality. A chance to act on desires for a short period of time.

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?" "Well I would if you'd let me finish," he grumbled.