Lark Taylor > Quotes

“I’d never had a kiss like this before. Especially not a first kiss. This felt like greeting each other after a long separation. Like old lovers who’d finally been reunited, pouring all their sorrow and joy they couldn’t say aloud into their kiss.”
― Lark Taylor, Patience

“So you're not upset about the fact that I was...tracking you?"
He flashed his dimple at me. "Think we can call a spade a spade. You were stalking me."
I grunted, not agreeing but not denying it either.
"But no." Matty smiled shyly, toying with a button on my shirt. My cock twitched as his fingertip grazed my skin. "I'm not upset about that. Actually, I think it's quite...flattering. Like maybe you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you."
Fuck. I was on dangerous ground here. "You shouldn't look at it that way. It's toxic, red flag behaviour."
His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked up at me from under his lashes.
"Did I ever tell you I'm colour blind?”
― Lark Taylor, Justice

“Dimitri was in love with another. Yet, when he’d called and asked for help, again, I hadn’t hesitated. I never could say no to him. So there I was, leading my unit straight into a deadly battle, all for a man I would never have.”
― Lark Taylor, Conflicted

“was laughing again, swiping at my eyes as I imagined Zeke staring at his dust-caked finger in horror. Well, what I imagined him to look like, anyway. Seeing as I had nothing to base it on, I’d used my own dream man. Sam Heughan, specifically playing Jamie Fraser in Outlander.”
― Lark Taylor, Devoted

“But when Nox spoke, not a drop of that existed. His voice was deathly quiet, but there was a tremble in it that hinted at a storm waiting to be unleashed. “Who did this to you, little angel?”
― Lark Taylor, Conflicted

“I surged forwards, catching his lips with mine. His apologies were undoing the fragile stitching holding me together. I didn't want them. I didn't need them,

I just needed him.”
― Lark Taylor, Green Light

“It wasn’t as loud as the other half of me though—the half that knew I had to protect my heart. Because, as much as I told Nox we couldn’t be together, that we wouldn’t work, there was the buried side of me that I couldn’t ignore. That part of me hoped maybe he’d be different. That he’d be the one to see the real me, and still want me.
That maybe he’d want me enough to fight for me, even if his opponent was my own stubbornness.”
― Lark Taylor, Conflicted

“We were discussing one of my favourite series, Monstrous by Lily Mayne. I’d reread it many times and had actually been the one to suggest it for the club.”
― Lark Taylor, Justice

“Instead, I’d come up with an unorthodox plan. Parked up on a road next to the compound, I whistled in time to “Hot to Go” while I waited.”
― Lark Taylor, Conflicted

“Opening my laptop, I held my breath as the game loaded. The graphics flickered across the screen before our current civilisation appeared. It was the fourth one we’d created together. The first three had turned to shit because we’d been too busy chatting to remember to actually do anything with the game. I hadn’t commented on this, and neither had Zeke. The first time it had happened, I’d been hit by a wave of disappointment, thinking that’d be it for our conversations. It had lasted less than a heartbeat as Zeke immediately invited me to another game.”
― Lark Taylor, Devoted

“Micah slipped back inside the office, giving us a few moments of privacy. “I’m sorry. I really do want to have this talk with you now.” “I know.” He smiled. “It’s alright, really. Whatever it is, I’m sure waiting a few more hours won’t hurt.”
― Lark Taylor, Devoted

“If fate knew what it was doing then Sam would be my mate.” I kicked at a rock. “And he might be,” Micah reminded me. “Look at the demons down in Southampton. Cal and Harlow both lived in the same city as their human mates for years before they met them. Maybe the pull isn’t as strong if one of you is human.”
― Lark Taylor, Devoted

“I glanced at what Dagon was holding and sighed.
"Really? You ripped out his spine?"
Dagon looked down at it like he'd forgotten he was holding it before throwing it behind him. His eyes were returning to normal, the temperature lowering as he got his demon under control. "Well, he was being spineless, so I figured it was an apt way for him to die.”
― Lark Taylor, Luck of the Devil

“You’re it for me, Leo. You always have been and always will be. And I don’t care how long it takes, but I’ll wait until you realise I’m the one for you too.”
― Lark Taylor, Patience

“Come back to me, Leof. I’m waiting for you. Like I always have and always will.”
― Lark Taylor, Patience

“We are mates. When we leave this life, we will leave it together.”
― Lark Taylor, Patience

“Dagon. The demon who had stolen what should’ve been mine.”
― Lark Taylor, Conflicted

“Harlow and Oscar exchanged a pitying look before he held up Soul Eater by Lily Mayne. “Just asked if you have a favourite monster penis?”
― Lark Taylor, Justice

“Reaching up, I cupped their faces. “I’m so fucking happy the two of you can love each other how you always should’ve been able to. I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long.”
― Lark Taylor, Luck of the Devil

“I kind of wished I didn’t know that about Zeke. It was dangerous information. The kind of information that sent my imagination running wild with scenarios that would never happen.”
― Lark Taylor, Devoted

“I was falling for Luca. At some point, without realizing it, I'd leapt off the tripwire. There was no safety net. No bungee cord. I just had to hope and pray I'd find Luca falling alongside me.”
― Lark Taylor, White Noise

“They were like the Mafia—once you were in, you were in. I was pretty sure I could rock up to any of their homes with a body in the trunk of my car and they wouldn’t bat an eye. Just grab a shovel and follow me without a word.”
― Lark Taylor, Luck of the Devil

“Not only did Chester apologise more than necessary, but he had an issue accepting praise. My guard went up as my wolf started sniffing the air, sensing, as I did, that there was a story to be told.”
― Lark Taylor, Finlay

“Besides, I didn’t even know what this guy looked like. Knowing my luck, he was a balding man in his sixties who lived in his parents’ house.”
― Lark Taylor, Devoted