Moira Rogers > Quotes

“The two hardest things to say in life are hello for the first time and goodbye for the last.”
― Moira Rogers

“Alpha bitches are all the same underneath. Don't know how to give an inch even if their damn fool lives depend on it.”
― Moira Rogers, A Safe Harbor

“That was… I don’t even know what that was.” Derek’s voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. “That was making love, dirty style.”
― Moira Rogers, Crossroads

“Andrew Callaghan, put that girl down before you hurt her. No one’s going to touch her, but if you’re not going to take care of her, you can’t have her.”
― Moira Rogers, Crossroads

“I’m one hell of a public speaker, baby. I’m going to let them see the pain, but if you turn around and start treating me like some damaged little victim, I will murder you. In your sleep.”
― Moira Rogers, Sanctuary Lost

“You looked like you’d been trying to fade away. I thought you were a woman who needed to be seen.”
― Moira Rogers, Demon Bait

“A reaper in a bubble bath? What an affront to the dignity of death.”
― Moira Rogers, Frostbite

“Should I have Jackson bring Kat? Or is he going to pee on her leg or something crazy?”
I’m not going to pee on anyone.” Andrew growled, and Mackenzie stepped aside and let him pass.”
― Moira Rogers, Crossroads

“Derek's voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. "That was making love, dirty style.”
― Moira Rogers, Crossroads

“Sera loaded the new ammunition and held up the gun. “I bet I can hit closer to the bulls-eye than you can.”
Her victory came to him on a flash, right down to the cute little dance he was sure was last popular in the nineties. “Sucker bet, sunshine. Never wager with a precog.”
“So cheat.” She grinned. “You haven’t even hear the terms yet. If you win, I’ll let you buy me a pretty dress and take me out for a fancy dinner.”
“And if I lose?”
“I get a cheap bar, beer, and hot wings, and dirty sex in the bathroom.”
Julio cleared his throat, took the gun from her and winked. “Like I said, sucker bet.”
“Uh-huh.” As she stepped behind him, she trailed her fingers up his arm. “I’m bad news, mister. I hope you can handle me.”
“I’ll try.” He lined up a shot, squeezed the trigger and snorted when the bullet went wide. “I told you I suck at this.”
She laughed and retrieved the gun to line up her shot with adorable concentration that furrowed her brows. Her shot wasn’t perfect, but it winged the target, and her victory dance was just as cute as it had been in his vision.”
― Moira Rogers, Impulse

“You're a dirty bastard"
"Are you complaining?"
"No”
― Moira Rogers, Impulse

“PEBKAC" across the front. He grinned. Problem exists between keyboard and chair.”
― Moira Rogers, Last Call: Volume 1

“Jesus. How are we supposed to explain any of this to the cops? A wild cougar attacked me in the shower and you shot yourself?”
― Moira Rogers, Crux

“The voice in his head protested. He ignored it and reached into her pocket, plucking out her key. He held it in front of her as he bent close to her ear. “Do you want to go upstairs with one of them, or with someone who knows what the geeky slogan on your T-shirt means?” She stepped back against him, molding her body to his. Her ass rubbed against his cock as she shimmied a little in time with the music. “Dance with me.” Her hand came up and snatched the key away, and she shoved it into her front pocket this time as she ground back against him. He set his beer bottle on a table at the edge of the dance floor, not caring that it was occupied, and wrapped his hands around her hips. “What’s your name, Kamikaze?” “Zoe.” She hitched in a breath and slid her hands over his, and he could feel the barely leashed need in her, already threatening to boil over. She gasped as she rubbed back against him again, and when she spoke, it was a low and breathless. “What’s your name?” “Connor.” He thrust against her ass and she drew a sharp breath. “Do you really want to dance?” He trailed his lips over her neck and nibbled at the soft skin.”
― Moira Rogers, Kamikaze

“When you don't talk much, people actually listen when you open your mouth, even if it's only because they're shocked.”
― Moira Rogers, Crux

“Not feeling very delicate at the moment.” She lifted a hand and smoothed it across his chest with a soft noise of satisfaction. “Not sure I know what slow means, either. I made it all worse by ignoring it and then trying to take care of it myself, didn’t I?” “Yeah.” He bent his head and circled his tongue around her nipple. “You pissed her off.” Zoe shivered and pushed up against his mouth, trying to get his tongue directly on the achingly sensitive nipple. “Someone needs to write a user manual for this shit. I mean, I probably wouldn’t read it… but at least it’d be there so I could look stuff up in the index.” “There you go.” He bit her nipple. “Nobody ever reads instructions. That’s why werewolves don’t have any.”
― Moira Rogers, Kamikaze