Laurie Garrison

“A dragon just gave me a piece of jewelry,” she said. She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Graydon. “Have I been added to his hoard?”

He shook his head and drank too. “No, cupcake,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’ve replaced it.”
― Thea Harrison, Dragon Bound

“The perfectly measured burr of a dispassionate detective had suddenly changed into the explosive boom of a take-no-shit street cop.
Suffice it to say, I froze.”
― Cleo Coyle, On What Grounds

“What are you doing?” she asked.
I don’t know. Instinct not logic currently dictated his actions. But he didn’t admit this aloud.
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Only when I’m trying to understand what’s going on.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Confusion clouded her gaze. “No.”
Did she not sense the attraction between them? Of course she didn’t. She
was a simple human. She couldn’t know how his bear chuffed at her
nearness. How the scent of her aroused him. How he wanted to lay claim
to her body. What the (deuce) is wrong with me?
Apparently, his grandmother wondered the same thing. “Reid Alexander Carver, what are you doing manhandling our guest?”
Oops, caught harboring naughty thoughts and jolted back to sanity. What am I doing?”
― Eve Langlais, Kodiak's Claim

“It was scary to need another person as much as you needed your next breath. It implied a need for unlimited faith and trust. You had to believe your love would be there for you always.”
― Annette Blair, Never Been Witched