Jennifer St. Giles > Quotes

“Another time, another place, I'd back you to that wall right there, or any place you wanted to go, and do everything in my power to wipe him from your mind.”
― J.L. Saint, Collateral Damage

“There are heartaches in life, painful things that happen and disappointments that steal away dreams.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, The Mistress of Trevelyan

“Dogs find me irresistible." He lowered his voice to a conspiring whisper, aiming to put her at ease. "It's an alpha thing." Which was true, but was totally outrageous for him to claim.”
― J.L. Saint, Collateral Damage

“… war fucks everybody without discretion …”
― J.L. Saint, Tactical Deception

“Dream, Believe, Create, Inspire, Love, Heal...succeed.”
― Jennifer St. Giles

“She [Angie] looked at the plate he’d set down. “You’re not hungry?”
“I’m starving. Hungrier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.” He’d waited for weeks for the right time and even though it was the worst timing possible, he couldn’t wait a second more.
Her jaw dropped as he took her plate from her wobbly grip.
“I, uh, am in desperate need of a shower.”
“Me too,” he whispered, then leaned in and pressed his mouth to her lush lips. She opened immediately for him, inviting his tongue and more as she sighed and sank closer against him. He thrust deep into her mouth, tasting the spicy sauce, tasting her, and plundered for more as pleasure washed over him like a benediction from heaven.”
― J.L. Saint, Tactical Deception

“[Roger] “Do you know how amazingly beautiful you are to me?”
“As beautiful as you are to me.” She slid her gaze down then back up with one of those secret smiles that played havoc with a man’s mind.
He shook his head. “Nah, I couldn’t be, because you’d be insane with your need to just watch me. You’d ache every moment to just touch me. Your nights would be consumed with dreams of me and you’d live every moment just to love me.”
― J.L. Saint, Tactical Deception

“The waistbands of her jeans and panties only made it to her knees before Rico spread open her sex and planted a tongue lashing right on the swollen nub of her core. Wave after wave of fiery pleasure burned through her in an explosive rush to an orgasm that rocked her world because it was so good, but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t have Rico inside her. She didn’t have his arms around her. She couldn’t look into the drowning depths of his eyes. She pulled on his good arm, feeling his body trembling with his desire. “I need you now. More than ever before I need you inside me now. Please.”
― J.L. Saint, Tactical Deception

“Her sheath clamped his erection like a burning fist as her body demanded he follow her over the edge. Physically that was already happening. Big time. He was buried all the way in with his balls kissing her sweet ass as the biggest orgasm of his life blew his mind. He literally saw stars. But it didn’t end there. Emotionally and spiritually she was sucking him into her and he was driving harder and harder to get there himself as his gaze locked with hers. She grabbed his heavy necklace and pulled his mouth to hers, demanding and claiming, giving no quarter. They rode out the pleasure, wave after wave, milking every drop of it together with moans, touches, tiny thrusts, and sealing it all with an endless kiss that left him breathless—soulless—everything-less. She stole it all.”
― J.L. Saint, Tactical Deception

“Looking down she arched her back, giving him more. His tanned complexion against her milky, slightly freckled skin was visually stark and sexually exciting. She watched as his mouth claimed her other nipple, stroking it with his tongue, and her vision blurred as he rhythmically rocked his erection against her sex.
Hot, damp, desperate, she braced herself with her hands on his knees behind her and met him thrust for thrust, pushing hard. Breathing as heavy as he was, she trembled with the flash fire of passion overtaking them both.”
― J.L. Saint, Tactical Deception

“Human nature is an odd thing, is it not?” he asked softly. “Always tempting man to his demise.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, Midnight Secrets

“Then imagine with me a moment that God is not alone. It is possible that He presides over more than just man? There are a number of archeological wonders about the world leading one to believe that more than just mortal man and beast have walked this earth.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, Midnight Secrets

“I moved on and saw an odd building jutting from the castle’s main structure. Three-storied and glass-domed, it cast a shadow over half of the garden, marring its beauty. No”
― Jennifer St. Giles, Midnight Secrets

“Her life was as finite as the earth, but her love reaches beyond the stars.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, The Mistress of Trevelyan

“the castle’s rarely seen owner, Sean Killdaren and his brother, Alexander, the Viscount of Blackmoor—a man”
― Jennifer St. Giles, Midnight Secrets

“The castle loomed ahead as I crested the rise of a dune. Even with the sun shining upon it, the stone walls were dark and begged me to ask what sinister secrets lay hidden in the shadows.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, Midnight Secrets

“The trees broke to reveal a plantation-style Southern mansion with armed guards out front. Queasy turned into a sour knot of nausea as Lauren exited the car and a hard-nosed, bald man with the personality of a hundred-pound bowling ball barreled out of the house and began shouting orders. Her goal was to get to the truth as quickly as possible so she declined their offer of an attorney, but soon regretted that she didn’t take them up on the delay. She had no idea how hard it would be. Her rage at Bill grew and became a solid ball of something close to hate as she underwent grueling hour after hour of questioning. The NCS bowling ball with the official title of SOO and insisted on being called “director” was relentless, repeating questions, discounting her answers, and prying into every second of every minute of her life from the moment she met Bill until today. Her and Jack’s investigation into Bill’s activities had been taken over by heavy-handed men”
― J.L. Saint, Collateral Damage

“She’d never dreamed—make that nightmared—that Dr. Cinatas was a murderer.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, Touch a Dark Wolf

“Pink Floyd’s “Time” hammered through Sergeant First Class Jack Hunter’s brain as he tightened his grip on the treadmill and ran harder, his heart pounding, his lungs burning. Rage tinged with fear made for a potent Power Bar that fueled his drive. Sweat poured from his brow and his body screamed for relief, but he couldn’t stop. Not yet. His vision dimmed, and President Anderson’s address on the overhead TV calling for a swift but rational retaliation to al-Qaeda’s latest attack became nothing but a blur in his mind.”
― J.L. Saint, Collateral Damage

“life is like roses with thorns. There are a great many wonderful, joyous things to share, and then there are the painful, hurtful things, too. All I can tell you is that sharing life with those you love makes the good parts better and the bad parts easier to bear.”
― Jennifer St. Giles, The Mistress of Trevelyan

“Jack clenched his teeth against the rising pain inside him. He took being team leader to heart both on and off the battlefield. The mission and his men were his responsibility. Rico, Pecos and Neil were his Delta brothers, and it killed him that he could only remember bits and pieces of what happened. They’re here, DT. They’re alive! Will Taylor’s—aka”
― J.L. Saint, Collateral Damage

“Pecos’s moniker came from the tall tales he spun about Delta team members and missions every time he downed a beer. The most legendary yarn was about Neil “the Sandman” Dalton.”
― J.L. Saint, Collateral Damage