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“You're still... Declan?"--

--Voice hoarse, he said, "Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!”
― Kresley Cole, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

“He found her not even a block away from the house, sitting on a curb.
As he approached, he saw her wiping her face with her forearm.
Sabine was...crying? "What are you doing out here, cwena?" Over the past week, Rydstrom had been pleased when she'd worried about him, and gratified when she'd felt the sting of jealousy. Was he a terrible man to hope she was crying about him?
She glared at him with her bottom lip quivering, allowing him to see her like this instead of using a mask. "I d-don't have anywhere else to g-go." Another swipe of her forearm over her eyes. "Lanthe's gone, and I c-can't get to her for six days. And I'm in a strange t-town and land, and Vrekeners are everywhere."
Sabine hadn't even mentioned what they'd just gone through-
"And you br-broke up with me!" she said, her tears falling faster. "Is that supposed to make me happy?"
"Come inside, Sabine."
"No! You t-told me not to." She sniffled, "You don't want me at your house."
He swooped her up in his arms. "Will you shut up?" With his free hand, he brushed her tears. "I made it ten minutes before I came after you.”
― Kresley Cole, Kiss of a Demon King

“Aidan from the past: He took her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. “Accept me?” His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked from rain.

Declan in the present: He gripped her nape. “I fuckin love you, Regin!” Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, “Love me back!”
― Kresley Cole, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

“Cameo's glare became the closest thing to a grin Sabin had seen on her face in centuries. "Ashlyn said the artefacts are guarded by the monster Hydra, and Anya later confirmed it. No one has been guarding the girl."
"Perhaps Hydra used to Gard her," Sabin said. "Danika's had to be around since ancient times, but obviously isn't immortal so has had to be reborn. Maybe reincarnated. Or maybe the ability is passed through her bloodline, which is why, according to the gods, the entire family has be annihilated. Or perhaps Hydra simply lost her. Hell, maybe Reyes is Hydra. You've seen how he is with her.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Pleasure

“Anya jumped in front of the man, acting as his shield. “Now, Sabin. He didn’t mean any harm. He’s borderline stupid. You know that.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Whisper

“..."Licking her lips, she gathered her courage and gave him what she hoped he sought. "I vow that I will be your woman."
Instantly, he crushed her against his chest, his arms steel bands around her and his face buried in her neck. His voice, when it came, was ragged. "Thank you.”
― Jamie Leigh Hansen

“I… What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd heard every word.

He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free.

His hand was shaking as he held it out. "It's messy."

Bella took the paper. In a child's uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOU

Her lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared.
 
"Maybe you can't read it," he said in a small voice. "I can do it over."
 
She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's… beautiful."

"I don't expect anything back. I mean… I know that you don't… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

“Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days."

Z jacked his head up. "Why?"

"He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God."

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself."

Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered-

His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's.

"Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?"

As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose.

One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders.

"Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered.

Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

“There was no reply. So Z glanced over again - just as a tear slide down Phury's cheek.
"Ah...fuck," Z muttered.
"Yeah. Pretty much." Another tear rolled out of Phury's eye. "God...damn. I'm leaking."
"Okay, brace yourself."
Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. "Why?"
"Because... I think I'm going to try to hug you.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

“I tore my mouth from his. "Back off now," I said, fighting the urge to wriggle against the hard ridge jutting from underneath his jeans, "or I'm not responsible for my actions."
"If you can still put a sentence together, I'm doing something wrong," he said, yanking off his black T-shirt with one hand. "Maybe this'll help.”
― Angie Fox, The Accidental Demon Slayer

“Ready to have some fun?” She didn’t give him time to answer. Weighed down with the chains, she flashed to a busy street in New York—fingers crossed he would be run over—then to a gay strip club in Italy—fingers crossed he would be groped—then to a zoo in Oklahoma—fingers crossed the elephant shit was ripe.
“Enjoy,” she muttered with relish.
Anya flashed one final time, back to where she’d begun: his home in Greece. Lucien was still following her trail. Lightning-quick, she hid the chains under the bed and palmed her Taser.
When she straightened he was there, just in front of her. Her breath caught. He was still scowling, teeth bared and sharp, Death glowing in his eyes. He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit.
Her nose wrinkled. “Step in something?” she asked innocently.
“That, I did not mind.” He took a menacing step toward her. “What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.”
She grinned. She just couldn’t help herself.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Kiss

“All I want from a man is everything and nothing at the same but different times, sometimes and never but always.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Torment

“As if I couldn't pick you out of a crowd of thousands, lass."
- Puck to Gillian”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Warrior

“I think your kiss got me pregnant,” he said. “You had better stay until we know for sure.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Promise

“A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope.” A group of men is called a migraine.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Promise

“Leave it to the woman to save the day—and the mansel in distress.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Promise

“Her pain was so strong, so shrill she could almost understand a man’s suffering when he had a cold.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Promise

“The definition of marriage? When a woman adopts an overgrown man-child who cannot be handled by his parents any longer.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Torment

“Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit—wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Touch

“The male offered a mock growl "You're not the boss of me."
"I beg to differ." Head high, she dug a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of her jeans. "I'm redeeming one of my coupons. The right to - what? Boss you around for twenty-four consecutive hours."
William hunched his shoulders and heaved a defeated sight. "Give her a coupon book, they said. It's fun and creative, they said.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Warrior

“I may not be a doctor, but I've watched every episode of House. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing.”
― Gena Showalter, Beauty Awakened

“You know, you’re pretty when you smile,” she said, patting the side of his cheek.
“Fierce, woman. I am fierce.”
“If you say so.”
― Gena Showalter, Wicked Nights

“I'm not sure why we want each other," she grumbled.
"Nor am I, but the fact remains that we do want each other."
"Maybe I'm just shallow. You're quite pretty."
"For now, that will do."
Infuriating man. Couldn't take an insult the way she intended.

-Annabelle and Zacharel”
― Gena Showalter, Wicked Nights

“You are treating that thing as if it is a great treasure," he said.

Well, yeah. Because it was. "You have something against cookies?"

"I couldn't say, as I have never had one."

Wait. What? "Never, as in never?"

"Is there another meaning for the word never that I don't know about?"

Ha, ha. "But that's criminal!"

"Hardly."

"But...why haven't you tasted one?"

"Because I choose to consume only foods that will strengthen me."

"I'm not sure you realize how ridiculous you sound."

-Annabelle and Zacharel”
― Gena Showalter, Wicked Nights

“You know I could crush you."
"I know you won't."
"Why, because I need to protect you?"
"No," She poked him in the breastplate. "Because you gave me a pillow.”
― Larissa Ione, Eternal Rider

“Legion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes’s skin. “Me no boy. You think me a boy?”
Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron.
Reyes was the first to find his voice. “You’re a…girl?”
A nod. “Me pretty.”
“Yes, you are.” Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. “Beautiful.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Pleasure

“You’re a prickly, stubborn, spirited woman.”
“Don’t forget crude, rude, and vulgar.”
“Only when it suits you. You’re sly when occasion calls for it, direct to the point of forgetting tact even exists, sarcastic, fierce, I did mention stubborn, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” she said dryly.
“You’re also smart, kind, gentle, beautiful, and always cling to your personal integrity, even when it’s in your best interests to abandon it.” A little warm feeling spread through her chest, and even her natural suspicion that he was lying couldn’t quite extinguish it. Where was he going with this? “You’re also quite funny,” he said.
“Oh, I amuse you?” He gave her one of his devastating, slightly wicked smiles.
“You have no idea.” Arrogant ass.
“And all of that means what?”
“Just that I mean to have you.” She frowned at him. “I mean to have you, Rose, you and all of your thorns. I’m a disagreeable and stubborn bastard, but I’m not a fool. You didn’t really expect me to pass you up, did you?”
― Ilona Andrews, On the Edge

“I mean to have you, Rose, you and all of your thorns. I'm a disagreeable and stubborn bastard, but I'm not a fool. You didn't really expect me to pass you up, did you?”
― Ilona Andrews, On the Edge

“Yes, I'm too mad to punish you right now. We'll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart.”
― Ilona Andrews, On the Edge

“I've never created a riot before. I did cause a brawl at the last formal. A large number of young women there actually arrived with the expectation of seducing me into matrimony, and a couple of their mothers came to blows. It was hilari—I mean, dreadful. Simply dreadful.”
― Ilona Andrews, On the Edge