Amongraga

“The room fell heavily silent. After a minute of continuing to flay Morgan
with that narrowed gaze—and Morgan staring back defiantly—Ethan slowly lifted
green eyes to me, and I saw something different there.
Respect.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“I kissed him, let him kiss me, let him clutch my hips, curl his fingers into
the fabric of my shirt, slide his hands around my waist and splay them
against my back, pull me infinitesimally closer. He made a sound, a growl or
purr, some predatory noise that rumbled in his throat, then said my name. And
this time, it wasn’t a question but a sound of victory, a claim on his prize.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“Can you at least pretend to be professional today?”
Lindsey stopped, glanced back at Luc. “You show me professional, and I’ll
show you professional.”
Luc snorted, but his expression was gleeful. “Sweetheart, you wouldn’t know
professional if it bit you on the ass.”
“I prefer my bites in other places.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“If only you were so lucky, cowboy.”
“Lucky? Hooking up with me would be the luckiest day of your life, Blondie.”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites

“Morgan and Catcher said their manly hellos - consisting of a symbolic head bob from Catcher (of the "You're in my lair now" variety) and a responding nod from Morgan (of the "You are clearly the king of this castle" variety).”
― Chloe Neill, Friday Night Bites