Shannon

“Just because you can doesn't mean you should.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon

“I don’t have to see you,” he said, his own breaths fast now, “to know how fucking beautiful you are.”
― Skye Jordan, Reckless

“Playing with fire Kitten?”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“He even moved like an animal, fluid strength and surety. And all the devil ever wants in exchange, a small voice said warningly, is a soul.
Oh, puh-lease, Chloe rebuked herself sternly. He's a man, nothing more. A big, beautiful, sometimes scary man, but that's all.
Graceful as a stalking tiger, the big, beautiful, scary man dropped into a crouch on the ground before her, his dark eyes glinting in the shadowy night. They knelt mere inches apart. When he spoke, his words were painstakingly articulated, as if speaking was an immense effort. His words were carefully spaced, tight, coming in rushes, with
pauses between.
"I will give you. Every. Artifact I own. If you kiss. Me and ask no. Questions."
"Huh?" Chloe gaped.
"No questions," he hissed. He shook his head violently, as if trying to scatter something from it.”
― Karen Marie Moning, The Dark Highlander