Quotes About Intrigue

I often keep my eyes open for bodies. I do. Ever since I was a kid. I think I read too many 'Nancy Drew' books.

I would say that all short stories have mystery naturally built into them.

Soviet spies were among the best in the business, but the semiconductor production process required more details and knowledge than even the most capable agent could steal.

Three beings can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

She eluded detection and relieved the rebels of one of their hyperspace-capable vessels.

But someone had been in here, probably a large African-American fairy godfather, for laid out on the bed was a dress

If he was not careful, this woman would fascinate him.

She wished she were as indifferent as she had always been with every other man. But there was something about Mr. Knight that made her notice him. Demanded that she notice him.

He had expected to be challenged by this woman, not captivated. She surprised him, and surprise made him vaguely uneasy.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he'd never felt more alive.

A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years.

It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.

She'd been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.

He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal.

It wasn't her looks that caught his interest or made him stand utterly still. It was her shadow. The sun was throwing light perfectly to create tall, full shadows. Hers leaked long tentacles. Thin. Like streaks reaching out toward the shadows around her. Everywhere there was a shadow, hers connected to it with the long feelers--with long tubes.

She had thrown his life into complete confusion, but she made him smile. Made him want to laugh. Intrigued him. Turned him inside out. Gave him a reason to live.

He wanted to mesmerize her. To bring her under his spell. She was completely captivating him. Ensnaring him when he hadn't thought it was possible for anyone to do such a thing.

It is impossible . Jacques caught her thoughts. Why? Shea demanded. Mikhail would know. I do not know how I know this, but Gregori could not hide this from Mikhail She gave an exasperated little sigh. Jacques hid his grin at her feminine petulance. She really had an aversion to the way Gregori dictated to the women.

Raven woke slowly, in a dense fog, layers and layers of it. Somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to wake, but nevertheless it was imperative she do so. She pried her eyes open and turned her head toward the window. Sunlight was streaming in. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the covers sliding away to expose bare skin. "Mikhail," she whispered aloud, "you take altogether too many liberties.

Gregori hit the door with the palm of his hand, splintering the heavy oak, staying well to the side of the entrance. A shotgun blast was loud, echoing into the night. The trap could have been sprung by any one of the villagers. "That will bring the good citizens running," Gregori said drily.

Sarah. The name shouldn't carry mystery, but it did.

Did you kidnap me or rescue me?" Strong white teeth gleamed at her, a predator's smile, a man's amusement. "Perhaps a little of both.

She couldn't look at Jacques, who had somehow made his large body thin and weird looking. Carpathians were capable of doing things she didn't want to think about.