I wanted you to watch, so I stomped around the room to wake you before I got in the shower. Didn’t you wonder why the light was on? It wasn’t for me, I can see in the dark. And then I kept the water cold so the glass wouldn’t fog.
I don’t lack for bed partners, so I don’t need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade.
I stared at him in silence. There were so many things I wanted to say. Like, How could you think what I feel for you is only physical? or, Don’t you know you’re my best friend? and finally, Bones, I love-.
Kitten, four hours of sleep while holding you is far more beneficial to me than eight hours of endless tossing and turning because you’re not there. -Bones from This Side of the Grave.
Anytime you want to lay off the paybacks God, that’d be great.
I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.
Be good only if being bad ain’t more fun.
Well, I hope your hard self enjoys flogging the bishop tonight!
Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?
I’d heard Bones threaten to beat someone with their own limb before, but I’d always assumed that was a figure of speech. Apparently not.
I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.
Don’t squander what you have. If you do, you’ll spend the rest of your days regretting it.
I love you, Kitten. Don’t try to get out of this. We’ll see if you love me when I pay you back. Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.
I’d address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.
Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag. Cat re: Annette.
Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.
Let’s go, Kitten, before you kill someone else. -Bones.
Perhaps some of the appeal of the dangerous-but-yummy paranormal anti-hero lies in his scorn for societal expectations. Yes, women have come a long way, but there are still some cultural stigmas more associated with women than men.
Paranormal fiction offers authors – and readers – the chance to answer the question, What if? All the different ways that question can be answered make for extremely entertaining reading.
His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.