Quotes About Intrigue

buns or shoe leathers. Riveting stuff. I can't imagine what the FTRS

There was a lingering sadness about her that Elsa could never put her finger on.

take cover North America, I am attracted to someone.

People ostensibly turning a blind eye to their neighbors' activities while really harvesting and analyzing every last detail of their lives. The ingredients for their dinners. The color of their underwear, purchased in the local Ben Franklin. Who is sick, who is well, who is adulterous.

My, my, my," he drawled in that gravelly voice that brought her body to full attention. "This Kat has claws." Heat filled her face again, but it wasn't from embarrassment this time. No, some other emotion made her blush, though she had no name for it, or for the shaking that accompanied it. This man was mocking her, but still all she could do was stare into his gray eyes and be sucked in by his presence.

It seemed to Whish that any potential crack was worth trying to open," wrote the scientists. "Even a person's face was not sacrosanct. He would fly to the face and clutch hole on the nose arch. He would then hang upside down and peer into the nostrils.

And last week, when he finally began to erase it, he noticed something very strange: the accent on the letter E was actually formed from a piece of materiel. We all watched as he stared at the letter E for a very long time. Then he slowly unpeeled the rolled-up cloth fro the blackboard and unfurled the biggest pair of polka dot panties anyone in the room had ever seen.

Alyssa couldn't tear her gaze from him as the firelight played over the hard edges of him. Once he'd been the poster boy for clean-cut military, now he'd gone all tatted up sexy danger.

Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him.

Addie couldn't look away. She'd never thought about it before, but watching two very hot men hold each other was . . . hot.

You're in deep, my friend. Congratulations to you. She'll never give you a dull moment." "I know," Dimitri agreed.

Think about it, Adam," Jim said. "Lady Amunsdale could tell us things. Could tell you things like...like...what that asshole Spencer's been up to. She is a witness. She's been here—everywhere—all along. Make Talia call her." Adam's expression shifted, his gaze sharpening with interest.

Symington hadn't been

His name was as exotic as his looks. The deadly combination of lush chocolate brown hair, those intense pale blue eyes and his lithe figure that just screamed he would look like a god naked, was too much for her.

This was too absurd, and at the same time dismayingly tempting.

Moistening her lips, she asked, "That's what this is all about? Bringing me here?" His hesitation was so slight she almost missed it. "It could be. Probably is, after all." "You still want to seduce me." "I want whatever you can give me," he murmured against her ear. "Where we go from here may depend on what I can give you.

Of course! Isn't that what a good story does? It pulls you in and never lets you go.

The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

You're a beautiful girl If you show the slightest interest in Alec, he'll want to go out with you. I know I would.

She looks like someone I want to know, or maybe even be.

I rang the bell. When it was clear that no one was home, I opened the door and went in.

Sasha was adjusting her yellow eye shadow in the mirror when she noticed a bag on the floor beside the sink that must have belonged to the woman whose peeing she could faintly hear through the vaultlike door of a toilet stall.

She wore a wedding ring (as did he) and a small gold cross at her neck, but a current of wayward sensuality had been unmistakable in her, making these symbols seem apotropaic.

You know what they say about boys next door...