Iris Benson > Iris's Quotes

“That fucking better not be you in the goddamn elevator, Adam. Maintenance just called and said some asshole stopped the elevator and guess what? They started out on my floor. Are you fucking the client in the goddamn elevator five minutes after I told you not to fuck the fucking client?”
― Lexi Blake, The Men with the Golden Cuffs

“You guys are not leaving me out there. They're going to talk books and sex. And the books are about sex. Who knew women were so damn chatty about sex? Men don't do that. We just look at a girl, announce we did her, and everyone moves on.”
― Lexi Blake, The Men with the Golden Cuffs

“Fuck a duck.”
― Lexi Blake, The Men with the Golden Cuffs

“Sitting in a van twiddling my thumbs while you bone up is one thing, but attacking her? No way."

"Bone up?" Cale asked uncertainly.

"Get a boner," the man explained, and then added, "Or an erection to those of us too damned old to know modern lingo... not to mention be able to judge character anymore.”
― Lynsay Sands, Hungry for You

“Dear God, surely you aren't the chef Sam was talking about?"
"No," he said with a laugh, and gestured behind him with a thumb. "Cale here is."
"Kale?" Alex echoed blankly, her eyes sliding to the still half-closed door. She didn't see any evidence of a second man. Frowning, she set the phone back in its receiver and leaned to the side, trying to see out into the kitchen as she muttered, "Kale is a vegetable.”
― Lynsay Sands, Hungry for You

“I'll talk to Mortimer and see what he thinks, and then get back to you tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get to sleep and get those shared dreams going."
Cale grimaced at the suggestion, and reminded him, "She has a splitting headache, Bricker."
"I thought that was a married woman's complaint?" Bricker responded quickly, and then laughed at his own joke as he hung up.”
― Lynsay Sands, Hungry for You

“You are so naive, it physically aggrieves me.”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“Lothaire, I’ve met dirt younger than we
are.” -Nix”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“I’m so sleepy.”
“My beautiful girl, dawn nears. And all good vampires are to bed.”
She eased up, arching a brow at him. “Then you’ll stay awake.”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“I will fight any battle for you, crush any adversity. Because you are mine, beautiful girl. I love you so madly that the past before you feels sane...”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“Human orgasm, firecracker. Vampire orgasm, atomic blast.”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“Yes, peasants,” he repeated slowly. “The lowliest of the low among humans.” Then he enunciated, “Exceedingly backward and vulgar hillbillies.”
“Been called worse, mister.” At his raised brows, she exhaled impatiently. “Bootlegger, moonshiner, Elly May Clampett, mountain mama, redneck, backwoods Bessie, hick, trailer trash, yokel, and, more recently, death-row con.”
“No references to mining? I’m disappointed.”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“You are a vampire. That's big news in my world. I don't generally date the living dead.

What sort of dead do you usually date?”
― Christine Warren, One Bite With A Stranger

“Reggie had to take several deep breaths just to keep from screaming “Take me!” like the heroine in some melodramatic romance novel. Ye gods and little fishes. Would she ever get used to the way this man looked? From the top of his tousled, black hair to the soles of his leather-clad feet, the man oozed masculine perfection. And he was all hers. She offered up a quick and fervent prayer of thanks while he prowled toward her on his hands and knees.
“Help,” she whispered, a small smile curving her lips while lust darkened his eyes. “I think I’m about to be ravished by a wicked vampire. Help. Somebody please help me.”
“There is no one to hear your screams, girl.” He grinned at her, wicked and sexy, while he forced her legs wide apart and crawled between them. “I have you at my mercy.”
“And will you be merciful?” Her question made it clear mercy was the last thing she wanted. She reached out to trace a line down the center of his chest before she wrapped her hand around his erect cock.
“Not even if you beg, milka.”
― Christine Warren, One Bite With A Stranger

“I'm the fucking Horde King, I don't woo."
"Woo her," Ristan continues.
"I don't woo."
"Woo," he repeats.
"I'm not the kind of man to woo anyone. I can make her scream my name to the rafters, isn't that enough wooing?"
"Woo," Ristan smirks, which only served to irritate me more.
"Woo," I grind out on an exhale.
"Yes, woo," he says, already turning to walk away. I watch his shoulders quake with laughter.
"Woo," I growl.
"Woo!" He says over his shaking shoulders.
"Fuck me," I shake my head.
"No thanks, not my type...”
― Amelia Hutchins, Escaping Destiny

“Ryder, we got a problem,” Ristan called from beyond the other side of the etched-glass shower door.
“Someone had better be dying, Ristan,” Ryder growled when he'd pulled
away from kissing me.
“They might be. You need to come see this.”
“We will be right there,” Ryder called out as I slid down his hard body.
He watched me with a smirk and then placed his hand on my arm to move me from beneath the water, so he could rinse off. I watched him, unable to pull my eyes off of his hands as they roved over his body.He was quicksand,
and I was sinking.
“Did you say we?” Ristan asked.
I blushed from my head to my Paint Your Toron-Toes Rose colored toenails. I opened the shower door and stepped out meeting Ristan's eyes. “Don't ask.”
“How the…did you sift into his shower?” he asked, bubbling with laughter.
“I said don't ask! It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping!” I shouted as both men laughed even harder.
“Real mature, just real fucking mature!”
― Amelia Hutchins, Taunting Destiny

“You ordered me here,” I said finally breaking the silence.
“I did,” Ryder said with his lopsided grin that looked more dangerous than friendly.
“I’m here,” I mumbled.
“You are.”
"..."
“Okay, we gonna measure dicks all day Ryder, or are we gonna sign a contract?” I snapped.
“You don’t have a dick Syn, I would have noticed,” Ryder’s smile lifted roguishly.”
― Amelia Hutchins, Fighting Destiny