Quotes from Kerrelyn Sparks

Someday her prince would come. And he'd be a rich and hairy Alpha dude who howled at the moon and pissed on fire hydrants.

Why are you willing to protect me?" Because no matter how much she fussed and snarled, it was music to his ears. When he breathed in her scent, he was in heaven. And when he gazed into her sky-blue eyes, an eternity wasn't long enough. But he couldn't tell her that, so he shrugged. "I don't like people to be unhappy.

When ye've lived as long as I have, ye realize how relative time is. I've endured centuries that passed in the blink of an eye as if I were barely breathing.' He stopped and faced her. 'Or I can experience an entire lifetime in the span of a few nights. All the hope and passion that makes life worth living, 'tis suddenly surrounding me like a gift from God.' (Angus MacKay)

Right. I can see it now. Merry Christmas, everybody! And by the way, did I tell you I'm a vampire? No need to pass the gravy, just bare your neck-

It had replayed in her mind, over and over, growing in importance till it seemed her whole life could be slotted into two categories. Life before the kiss, and life after the kiss. Her life before the kiss had moved step by step ever closer to the predestined event. Meeting Dougal. And kissing him.

There was always one. Every village seemed to have one young woman who believed her beauty could somehow magically protect her from a monster. Somehow, they would be special enough to tame the Beast. They were always wrong.

She's an innocent mortal. She deserves better than me." "Right, because you're a disgusting, slobbering beast who'll rip her throat out and toss her dead body out to sea.

After four hundred and ninety-nine years of existence, Connor Buchanan arrived at an inescapable conclusion regarding himself. He was a coldhearted old bastard.

You don't believe in love?" Connor grimaced as if he'd been poked with a spear. Oh, he believed in love all right. Love was a bitch.

The poor lass had been wounded and banished from heaven, threatened by a demon, and groped by a vampire, all in one night.

She licked her lips. "What is that called?" Sex. He stopped himself just in time. "Chocolate.

I asked if I could touch you and kiss you, and ye agreed. Have ye changed yer mind?" "No." Her heart thundered in her ears. "But ye're moving so fast." "Sweetheart, I doona count time in millennia like you. I'd like to get started. In this century.

Frowning, Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled.

She was a freaking princess. And he was a poor Vamp from the Bronx. If he laid a finger on her, she'd probably bite it off. Hell, she'd chew all ten of his digits down to mere stubs, and then her father would sic a pack of werewolves on him to rip apart the rest of this body.

You have to let her know you're in charge!" "I thought I was!" Typical female. The mare had only let him THINK he was in charge.

In just a week, he'd taught her so much. That good, honorable men like him stayed the same after death. That she'd existed for too long with only hatred and revenge in her heart. Love was a much nobler cause to live for. Love didn't follow its own selfish agenda; it was willing to make sacrifices for others. How strange that it took an undead man to show her how to live.

He glanced at her, his hair wild and his eyes red. 'May I give ye pleasure?' Still a gentleman. Emma smiled. But his voice sounded gruff and his appearance was that of an untamed barbarian. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his head close to hers. 'Make me scream.' His eyes gleamed hotter. 'Ye will. Many times ere the night is over.

Toni, I barely know you, but I canna see anything remotely unworthy about you. any man would be blessed and honored to receive yer love. (Ian MacPhie)

What was he going to say? He doubted she'd want to hear about his favorite topic-which swords were best suited for different situations.

He let himself into the security office and scanned the wall of surveillance monitors. Parking lot clear. Corridors empty. Cafeteria empty. Heart empty.

An evil vampire would not have such a black pit of pain and remorse hidden in his heart. He wouldn't know the meaning of remorse.

Then maybe Roman will be able to forgive me." "I believe he will." Father Andrew glanced at Connor. "Can you forgive yourself?

I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship.

She wiggled until her nose and mouth found a pocket of air. After a few deep breaths, she realized her precious pocket of air was the crevice between his legs. Wonderful. She was doing heavy breathing on his crotch.