Tara Taylor

“By the blasé flatness of Tegan’s expression as he approached, he might as well have just come back from taking a piss.
“Everything good in there, T?” Niko quipped. “You need back up or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?”
“It’s handled.”
“No shit”
― Lara Adrian, Midnight Awakening

“Do I love you? Yeah, God help you, but I do”
― Lara Adrian, Midnight Awakening

“Rolling orange fire silhouetted him from behind, backlighting the warrior’s broad shoulders and casual, long-legged stride. As he strolled away from the inferno, the ends of his loose black coat winged out behind him like a cape befitting the prince of darkness himself.
“Holy hell,” Brock murmured. “Tegan.”
― Lara Adrian, Midnight Awakening

“The Order will not splinter," Lucan replied, terse with fury for what Dragos was forcing them to consider. "We are warriors, Brethren. We are kin. We will not let anyone scatter us in terror."

Gideon nodded, solemn and silent. "Yeah," he said, meeting their gazes. "Fuck me, right? Totally crap idea. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.”
― Lara Adrian, Deeper Than Midnight