Nancy Badger > Nancy's Quotes

“Never give up. Never surrender!”
― Tim allen in Galaxy Quest

“Can you handle it?"
"Hell yeah."
"I mean..." Tom glanced around the tavern where pack members filled nearly every chair at the wooden tables. The room was humming with conversation. He leaned forward. "Because of the ghosts."
"That don't exist."
"Right."
"Yeah, I can handle it.”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas

“Guthrie turned to see who his attacker was. And smiled when he caught her eye.
He had the most devilishly wolfish look about him -- a mixture of impending payback with a snowball and something a wee bit more intimate, like a tackle in the snow. But he wouldn't. Not in front of his clansmen. Not when they weren't courting. At least, she hoped not.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly.
Calla looked like she could burst into flames, she was so red faced. He started laughing.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Despite all the commotion, and to Calla's surprise, Guthrie kissed her. His lips were warm and masculine and tasted like wassail. Cinnamon, apple cider, and oranges. She licked his mouth to enjoy more of the taste and he licked hers back, smiling. then he deepened the kiss.
Oh my God! She hadn't felt this naughty in forever! The men were going to move the tree soon, and here she and Guthrie would be. Kissing. In front of several members of his pack. She pushed her arms through the branches, trying to wrap them around his neck. She tangled her tongue with his, his cock hardening against her belly, and she felt deliciously wicked hidden beneath the half-decorated tree.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“One of the ladies handed her a red velvet hooded cloak. Little Red Riding Hood. This big bad wolf in a leather kilt wanted to eat her all up.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“She was getting ready to attach a figure of a longhorn steer wearing a Christmas hat, compliments of Shelley's mother's Texas collection -- and thinking of how fun it was to see decoration from the various newcomers to the pack -- when she heard Guthrie shouting.
Deep, frustrated showing.
And cursing.
Claws scrambled on the stone floor, boots tromped at a run toward the great hall, and then disaster struck.
Women shrieked and shouted, but Calla was on the other side of the tree where she couldn't see the commotion. But then she saw the twelve-foot tree toppling over -- right toward her.
Before she could get out of the way, something hit her hard from the side and slammed her against the floor. Just before the tree landed on top of them. He was on top of her, smelling like the great outdoors, fir tree, and musky, sexy male wolf, Guthrie.
"Sorry," he mumbled against her ear, branches framing his head and touching the floor on either side of hers. "I meant to rescue you."
She smiled. "From... the tree?”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“She caught his eye, her gaze instantly sweeping over him. That made him stand a little taller, like a wolf who wanted to impress her with his build. What was there about her that made him want to both please and tease her in a fun-loving way?”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“I have all kinds of lovely ideas for games and the like." She glanced at Guthrie. "None require swordplay."
Guthrie shook his head. "Where's the fun in that?”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Hey, baby, you must be tired because you’ve been running in my mind all night’?”
― Eve Langlais, Kiss of Christmas Magic

“She took her leave and he wondered what that discussion had really been about. He knew he could live another hundred years and still not understand the workings of a woman's mind.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Well, tomorrow I'll be in charge of a toga party. Will you wear a toga for that?"...
"A Highland wolf doesn't wear a toga," he said.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“To the hottest wolf in a kilt, fighting or not, with the sexiest legs a lassie ever set eyes on.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“He smiled. And she smiled back.
And that was it.
They quickly closed the distance between them, though she didn't remember moving. But she must have because she wasn't standing next to the sofa any longer and their lips were melded together as if they were meant to be that way. The wine on his lips and tongue tasted as divine as he did. His hands were on her bare shoulders, holding her in place while he worked miracles with his kisses.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“She ran her hand over his cock and said, "This is the only thing I ever want to come between us."
His grin couldn't have stretched any further.”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas

“Damn, woman, how we can go from analyzing finances to hot sex..."
She pulled him down for another kiss. "We just love each other's assets way too much.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“You sure you don't want me to come over? We could make a snowman in the garden, or one in front of the hotel for the guests' arrival tomorrow. Or we could build snow forts and have a snowball fight. Surefire way to wear you out and make you sleepy. Then we could have cocoa with marshmallows on top. And I've been dying to have a piece of that seven-layer chocolate cake. I can't quit thinking about it.”
― Terry Spear, A Silver Wolf Christmas