Lia Davis > Quotes

“Her blond hair hung loose, cascading around her shoulders, and stopping over her breasts. She turned toward him, violet eyes meeting his gaze. For a moment, he lost all coherent thought.”
― Lia Davis

“Even without a bite to mark her perfect, creamy skin, they’d know to whom she belonged.”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“Are you always so mistrusting?” he said, lifting a brow.
“When my escort is a demon, yes.”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.”
― Lia Davis

“A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.”
― Lia Davis

“He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.”
― Lia Davis

“If the Alpha female wolf was there, then they were plotting a search party. Great”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“The slam of a car door drew her attention to a new arrival. Maxville Deputy Sheriff Zach Manus emerged from his unmarked 2011 Camaro and stalked toward them. Deep sorrow and anger laced across his handsome features. His light-brown hair stood a little more on end than normal. He stopped in front of them, his frown deepening and his golden-brown eyes darkening.”
― Lia Davis

“His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.”
― Lia Davis

“She tried to break from his hold, and he tightened his grip. “You’re safe. I killed the rogues.”
The woman stilled and searched his face, the wildness still heavy in her blue eyes. “You’re a wolf.”
He smiled and nodded. “And you’re a tiger.”
“A white tiger.”
To match her white-blond hair. “And a beautiful one.”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“Fun? “Katrina, I didn’t request to be set up on a date. I can’t go meet a complete stranger and….” he scanned the email again. “…and spend the night with her?”
― Lia Davis

“His eyes narrowed to slits.
Power passed over her, intensifying her desire for him. She moaned and rotated her hips against him. “What will you do with me now?”
― Lia Davis

“She was the one person he’d hoped to avoid as much as possible when he’d taken his place as Sheriff of Maxville. It wasn’t that he disliked her, that was the problem. Despite his better judgment and a glutton for punishment, he still cared too damn much for the woman.”
― Lia Davis

“Footfalls edged closer, putting her tiger on full alert. She ran faster. Several yards ahead, a man stepped into her path. She skidded to a halt and realized he wasn’t a man, but a mutant—half-wolf, half-man—and abomination.”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. “Why do you resist my assistance?”
She stopped walking and faced him. “Because I don't like you.”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“I felt the pull toward you the first time we met.”
― Lia Davis, A Mating Dance

“Before he could answer, the front door flew open and a little girl ran out, skidding to a halt inches from them. “Daddy?” The concern in the tiny child’s eyes melted Shay’s heart.
“Josie,” Shay whispered.
Josie propped her fists on her hips, and she cocked her head to the side. “How do you know my name?”
“Joselynn, be nice and go get your nana.”
Her lower lip trembled, but she turned and ran back inside.”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“Feeling Robyn grow still, Shay’s heart stopped for a microsecond. Dread cut through her like ice. She looked at the female and noticed her staring at Shay’s upper thigh. She swallowed hard, afraid of what the woman might be thinking of her now, of the symbol tattooed into her skin.
Just under the denim, but poking out enough, was the brand she’d worn her whole life. The dark moon rising out of the clouds. The mark of the Onyx Pack”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“You like playing with fire?”
“Yes. It is my favorite element.” She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.”
― Lia Davis, Winter Eve

“She stood, moved to stand in front of him, and held out her hand. “Thanks so much for fixing my hip and helping me.”
He lifted a brow as he glanced from her hand to her face. “Sit down. You’re not going anywhere.”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“In the next instance Graham claimed her lips in a demanding, yet gentle kiss”
― Lia Davis, A Mating Dance

“His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him.”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“Travis Hunter’s blood froze in his veins at the piercing female scream that echoed through the forest. He was moving just as the sharp scent of blood tinted the crisp mountain air mixed with the rancid smell of the rogue mutants.”
― Lia Davis, A Tiger's Claim

“Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”
“You’re not leaving.”
“And you’re not stopping me.”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“Yeah…hey, you have a male here.” Shay walked toward the hall, sniffing the air. “And he’s human. Way to go, Dani!”
― Lia Davis, Winter Eve

“They took form in a bedroom, Khloe realized with a scowl. He noticed and gave her a sideways grin. Arrogant ass. Laugh it up, demon.”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm

“... he'd been forced to reply on his charm. Which, as Cam would have put it, was like a wet cat trapped inside a plastic bag.”
― Lia Davis, A Mating Dance

“When he reached his own room again, he found Khloe curled up on his bed, asleep. He stood over her, watching her sleep peacefully for a few moments before taking a deep breath and moving to the other side of the bed. He sat down on top of the covers next to her and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He withdrew a leather bond journal from the nightstand drawer and tried to push Hecate’s words from his mind.
Khloe is yours to deal with.”
― Lia Davis, Death's Storm