Quotes About Tension

You're a dead man, Roarke. You don't know it, but you've already stopped breathing. The walking dead. And when you finally realize you're dead, and drop to the ground and you're laying there, I'm going to step over your cold, lifeless body, open the doors of that department store you call a closet, and I torch it. Eve Dallas

Tell you what, you let me go, and I'll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I'm slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin. Take off your coat. Excuse me? Take it off. No. I want it off. Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.

Rhage stepped out in front of him (JM), Hey, hi! How are you? Hollywood stuck his hand out. I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Quinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduced myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand.

Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive. Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females? How about you get off my dick?

Before the man could answer V cursed If I have to hear all that Keanu Reeves, Matrix, I am Neo' kind of shit my head's going to explode. Don't you mean Neon? Butch shot back Cause he reminds me of the Citgo sign. Wraths head turned Shut the fuck up. All of you.

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves. Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No...no, goddamn it, no... Tell me something, Saxton whispered. Have you ever kissed a male before? Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream - Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head.

I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again." Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other—" "With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked and not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No . . . no, goddamn it, no . . .

Oh… God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? I'm sorry, he muttered. If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.

I brought us all Big Macs," he said happily. "I know you dig 'em, remember?" "What the…" Tohr tightened his grip on his shellan, just in case . . . well, shit, with the way things were going lately, anything could happen. "What are you doing here?" "It's your lucky day, motherfucker.

Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints. Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in. As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he said softly. As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible. Love was such a beautiful thing.

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

Qhuinn didn't know what the fuck was up. People fucking poofing it in and out of the fucking foyer, shit going south... until Autumn came the fuck back. If there had ever been a time to drop the f-bomb, tonight was it.

Qhuinn wanted to scream... Yes he has!!!

And I'm full aware of how much you don't like me at this moment Can't be a new thing for you Jim said

Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB's skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts' rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

Bottom line? The fabric of the race's society is going to unravel, and if you think that's going to help in the war, you've got your head so far up your ass you're using your colon as a mouthpiece.

Listen, I don't want things to get weird, okay. Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad. But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now.