C.P. Rider > Quotes

“Marry me." My left eyebrow shot up. "I might take your proposal more seriously if you said it to me instead of the steaks." "I was talking to the steaks.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“I haven't been reading you. I've been talking with you." William's mouth fell open. "You don't read everyone?" "Not unless I'm looking for something." "For the love of Pete, why not?" He tossed the dish towel on the counter. "We live in a dangerous world and you don't have the speed, strength, or reflexes of a shifter. You must use all weapons at your disposal at all times in order to keep yourself safe.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“He grabbed another warm cookie off the pan. "I know you probably won't marry me if I ask, since I did propose to the steaks a few minutes ago, but how about being my friend?" I laughed. "I think I can manage that." "Stay out of this, Neely. I'm talking to the cookie.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“You like it when I'm pushy, you like it when I don't ask permission, and you like it when I run to you, because that means you can act on your attraction to me without feeling guilty.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“We're going to do everything together until Saul Roso is dead." "But I thought you were angry with me." "Sugar cookie, I'm so fucking pissed at you for so many reasons, it's all I can do to hold onto this phone. I want to bash it into the wall and follow it with my fist." "Oh." "Oh," he replied in a knotted snarl.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“Mr. Earp was still in his hybrid form and he appeared to have borrowed clothing from Dottie. He looked, strangely enough, like what I'd always pictured the devil would look like. Reptilian tail, wide mouth with grooved teeth, thick beaded flesh. I was a little less afraid of Hell after seeing Satan standing over me in a flower-print muumuu.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“My general philosophy on lying is, don't. Lying is one of those things that can backfire on you in an instant. It ruins reputations, sows the seeds of distrust, and is just plain rude. However, if you are going to do it, do it audaciously.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“They might be referencing the fact that there's a hit out on you, but I can't be sure." "What? A hit? As in hitman?" "Don’t be sexist, Neely. Hitperson." "Damn it, Lucas.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“It's time for you sack up and start acting like the goddamn lethal predator you are.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“I see you use the flannel and fuzzy socks method of birth control. An interesting choice.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“After skin moisturizing, teeth brushing, and silently cursing Lucas in the mirror above my sink, I exited the bathroom dressed in a high-necked flannel nightgown that grazed the tops of my knees. At night I liked to crank up the air conditioning, snuggle beneath my comforter, and pretend I was trapped in a cozy cabin during a snowstorm. Simple desert pleasures. Lucas had one arm stretched across the back of my sofa. He slouched against the cushions, eyes hooded as he watched me walk past. "Filming an episode of Little House on the Prairie?”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“You look like a model for a Jaguar ad." "Take that back." His brows drew down until he looked exactly like the feline on his shoulder. "The car, not the cat.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“I didn't like the look in your eyes after I did that." "Look, I can't help what my face does when you piss me off.”
― C.P. Rider, Shifted

“Oh yeah?" He scowled down at me. "What if I kissed you senseless, threw you back on that bed, and did that thing with my tongue that makes you scream and curl your toes?" "Nope." I pursed my lips. Glanced from side to side. Shuffled my feet. Cleared my throat. "I mean, you could always try that to see if it would work.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Fuck off," I said, unsmiling. "In fact, fuck all the way out the front door, down the sidewalk, and back under whatever rock you crawled out from under. I don't know who sent you, I don't know what you want, but … Fuck. Right. Off.”
― C.P. Rider, Shifted

“This better be life or death, Lucas Blacke, or I'm going to…" I broke off, too angry to finish my threat. "Going to what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Going to … kick you … right in the shins." "You're violent. I like that about you.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“And freckles. Damn. I've always been a sucker for freckles. Do you have them in other places, too? I haven't had time to check." I glared at him. "Ass." "Really? Let me see.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“you want to get a whole bunch of decent people to do something horrible, the best way to do it is by making them believe that God commanded it.”
― C.P. Rider, Shattered

“Gert embraced him all right. She embraced him right through the front door, creating a crater where the doorframe used to be.”
― C.P. Rider, Shattered

“Because Dolores has a date." Dottie giggled. "Yep. I met someone on one of those dating apps on my phone. Name is Alvin Wallace. He looks pretty good. Bald and old, so he's got that going for him. I like my men experienced and hairless." Yikes. That was as far as I wanted that part of the conversation to go.”
― C.P. Rider, Shattered

“My mother believes in curses from beyond the grave, but I know better. It's the living you have to watch out for.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Tread carefully, wolf." Lucas growled. Dick's face infused with blood until even the tips of his ears were beet red. "Are you threatening me?" "Yes," Lucas replied. "I was pretty clear about it. Pay attention, Dick.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Never be ashamed of medicinal margaritas.”
― C.P. Rider, Dire Warning

“True. Glad that's settled. Now take your top off." "What?" He shot to his feet and walked out of the bedroom, beckoning me to follow with a snap-flick of his hand. "Hurry up. We've got a half-hour until the convocation and I haven't rubbed myself against you yet.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“Why do you think I wouldn't let you come here alone?" "Because you're nosy and wanted to know what I was doing. Also, you don't want me driving your precious car." "That's all true. But it was also to protect you.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“She knows me intimately." Lucas hung a suggestive little laugh on the end of that statement and then patted the seat. "'Leather come standard, or were these seats crafted from the hides of your enemies?”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“You're all going to die now," I rasped, and then giggled because I sounded like a villain out of an old movie and also because I was woozy from blood loss.”
― C.P. Rider, Sabotaged

“He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin. "You know, most women are nicer to me than you are. I haven't been told to shut up in years.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked

“Knowing the hyena shifter as I did, I assumed her packing consisted of ninety-five percent things that could kill people and five percent black clothing.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“One of the perks of living in the desert was the never-ending sky. Clear and bright and infinite, you could count stars for weeks and never finish.”
― C.P. Rider, Spiked