Never try to understand a woman. It will drive you insane, and you still won’t understand.
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest” Ian.
He let himself into the security office and scanned the wall of surveillance monitors. Parking lot clear. Corridors empty. Cafeteria empty. Heart empty.
Silly human is trying to get himself killed. Zoltan turned toward the voice but saw only a dog resting on a porch a few houses down the road.
Ignore him,” Heather begged. “I do. Constantly.” Jean-Luc studied the coach, then turned to Heather with a wary look. “Every man in this town wants you.” She laughed. “Yea, right. The old guys from the nursing home go into cardiac arrest whenever I walk by.” His gaze drifted over her. “I can believe that.
I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship.
I am not normal. I never will be.
At first, I thought it was only your body I wanted. But something about you has made me greedy as hell. I want everything. Your love. Your mind. Your secrets. Your soul.
Power surged through him, so fierce and scorching he thought his skin would melt, his guts would boil, and his head burst like a kernel of corn dropped into a fire. Pain and power, power and pain, he could no longer tell the difference. He only knew he wanted it, wanted to drink it in, soak it up, and claim it all.
I’m already saved. Hallelujah, praise the Lord. Now unlock that door and set me free, brother.
I’m too sexy for my cape, too sexy for my fangs. Too sexy.
As long as mortals choose to do evil, then evil will triumph. And Lucifer will laugh when people blame it on the Heavenly Father. But even with all the suffering in the world, the Heavenly Father will not take away your free will. He wants you to choose good or evil. He will not force us to choose good.
She couldn’t run away from him. She’d be running from her own heart.
Good grief, he’d fallen into his death sleep with a hard-on. Was it possible for a stiff to be that stiff?
I’ve got more faith in my shotgun than any man, that’s for sure.
Gregori snorted. “If he’s a real Scotsman, he’s going commando.” “Really?” With a grin, Wilson walked over to his workstation. “So tell me, are you a real Scotsman?” He grabbed a blow dryer. “ ‘Cause I feel a breeze coming on.” Dougal groaned. It was going to be a long night.
He’s more human than anyone I know. And I love him.” “You’ve known him exactly a week.
Her cheeks flamed with heat as her gaze shifted downward with a look of horror. “There’s something hard in your breeches, and I think it’s moving!
Freemont grimaced. “If I was a vampire, I’d miss fried chicken. And waffles.
Just because your people have lived here for a long time doesn’t make it yours. Do you have a deed?