Quotes About Intrigue

J.J kissed Jason and said, "I'm going to freshen up and change into something more comfortable." She walked toward the bathroom, big bag swinging at her side. I called after her, "Is it really more comfortable, or just the opposite?" She laughed. "You'll see soon enough." "Shit, that means I need lingerie too.

A lot of people lounge by pools in L.A., but few of them are truly immortal, no matter how hard they pretend with plastic surgery and exercise. Doyle was truly immortal and had been for over a thousand years. A thousand years of wars, assassinations, and political intrigue, and he'd been reduced to being eye candy in a thong bathing suit by the pool of the rich and famous.

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Mysteries make my head hurt

have food stains on him somewhere. "Where were you all dressed up?" I asked. "Where were you all undressed?" he asked. He smiled when he said it. I felt heat rush up my face and hated it a lot. I hadn't done anything worth blushing for. "Fine, let's go." I grabbed my trench coat from the back of the couch and touched dried blood.

What do you want?' 'I want to play,' he said. I stared at him. 'Just like that. You don't know what I'm involved in, but you want a piece of it.' 'Following you around lets me kill a lot of people.

If I walked into the police station with Tweedle-Punk and Tweedle Slut, it was going to raise the cop's antennae.

I was slipping out of the shoulder holster when I felt it. The air currents had moved, as if something had moved through them. Just like that I knew I wasn't alone.

He threw one long, leather-clad leg over the couch arm and slithered over it to his feet. It was like watching a lap dance without a lap. To my knowledge, Jean-Claude had never stripped at Guilty Pleasures, the vampire strip club he owned, but he could have. He had a way of making even the smallest movement sexual and vaguely obscene. You always felt like he was thinking wicked thoughts, things you couldn't say in mixed company.

I glanced back at the door; I don't know why. Jean-Claude stood utterly still, no sense of anything, as if he were not there at all. Then he moved, one pale hand raised to his lips. He blew me a kiss across the room. The night's entertainment had begun.

I can always find someone to go out with, and then you can take off with Luigi--" "Shh!" Kendra hisses. "Don't ever say his name!" "Sorry!" Paige is contrite. "He says Catia would go mad if she knew," Kendra whispers. Squashed beside me, I feel Kelly's head nodding in vigorous agreement at this.

And I haven't even told you the best part. "He's British.

Natalya's nearly naked backside. "I

it felt a bit like five chapters into an Agatha Christie novel, everyone milling around, looking vaguely suspect.

The suddenness of his death suggests that the arrow carried a poisoned tip.

Stalking the girls' softball team again?

Why the devil was my husband positively grinning - and with what looked remarkably like relief?

Pray tell," she said, although her voice told him not to. He ignored her tone, let out a thoughtful cloud of smoke, and said, ...

Laurie R. King

Pirate King, chapter 9

And why was this third dream still with me, lingering at my shoulder like some telegraph boy awaiting a reply?

Lady Molly, perhaps?

Not like a state trooper. Oh, you're a delight. No, it doesn't matter, forget it. Hey, let's go upstairs." "You're not kidding." "Put your hand here and you'll see if I'm kidding." "Well, what do you know about that? It's got a great big cock on it." "Christ!

Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?