Mary King

“Bad as it made him, Chris wanted to ditch the serious Asian dude and follow the hot female. Wrong move. He knew that. Doubly wrong, given she was already freakn’ married, but dammit, having gotten a second whiff and then a brief touch, everything in him clamored – and howled – for him to hunt her down and make her his. The whining of his wolf in his head wasn’t necessary for him to know for a fact she belonged with him. Ours. His wolf seemed happy he’d finally gotten the memo. Finding”
― Eve Langlais, Already Freakn' Mated

“Leave your brother alone, baby girl. He’s going adventuring. Lucky bastard.” His dad dragged him into a bear proportioned hug. “Bring me back some images of the local ladies. Naked ones if you can,” he whispered. “You’d need eyes to look at those, Geoffrey,” his mother retorted. While they argued about his dad’s interest in the human body as art, Naomi clutched his tear soaked shirt in her fists and shook him. “Be careful.” “Aren’t I always?” “No.”
― Eve Langlais, Human and Freakn'

“Your father is going to be livid.” “Very.” “You know his policy of not fraternizing with what he considers outsiders.” “I know his policy very well, even if he’s not one to follow it.” “You know his views on keeping the bloodline pure.” Acat’s teeth shone in the darkness. “I do.” “But you don’t give a damn.” “The gods have spoken.” Chaob”
― Eve Langlais, Jungle Freakn' Bride

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re an evil, evil man?” “All the time, usually followed by handcuffs.” Laughter spilled from her, which he joined, his low tenor doing strange things to her insides. Oh God, she’d have to lock her door tonight, and then toss the key so she didn’t come back down to ravage him.”
― Eve Langlais, Jealous And Freakn'