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I love this series… It’s a miss mash up of a bunch of really cool things. I still like zerg LOL I know I’m not the only nerd who thought of The zerg and their creep…

I loveNakaroth… this is too short.😞☹️😢😭

I want you to hide in the cubby.”
“Cyborgs don’t hide.”
“What if instead of hiding, we call it squatting in a tactically advantageous position, cheerfully preparing to launch a ferocious ambush at anyone who sticks a head in? Would a cyborg do that?”
“Not cheerfully, no.”
“Grumpily?”
His eyebrows twitched upward again. She didn’t care what he said—they were definitely riotous

Oops interchanged the numbers~ @76% The story has still not gotten to the point…

With how absolutely lovely things were I was expecting a unicorn… But I guess this works too.
She stopped in stunned silence when she noticed the creature the others had all been staring at. It was a massive feline. Its fur a glittering white, but what had captured her attention were the impressive black wings that were currently unfurling as it arched its back to stretch its front legs.

I rotated my neck muscles. They’re the first things that tense up when I get angry. “Go f*** a wood chipper.”
It seemed like a pretty reasonable counteroffer to me, but for some reason, the parley broke down after that.

~

Hold on. Sharks didn’t do that.
Sweet Jesus, how sick, how damaged do you have to be to set up an elevator trap door that throws people in a pool full of fricking dolphins? They were swimming all around us, shoving us playfully, laughing, it seemed. I’m pretty sure those whistles must have meant something like, “Ha ha, she nearly crapped herself! Did you see that, guys?"

THIRTY-THREE

The Life Aquatic

I couldn’t take my eyes off of his sculpted abs and long, muscled tail as he circled around me in the water and asked, “Sir, do you know how fast you were swimming?”
“Um, no. Actually I’m new to this beach, and I had no idea—”
“Sir, I’m going to need you to take off your trunks.”
—Tuck Chingle, Pounded in the Butt by the Shark Cops

TWENTY-SEVEN

The Whitlow

She could run, she could hide, but it would be no use. He was a patient wolf; eventually, he would grab that pussy.
—Raquelle Montana, The Cat Breeder’s Dark Obsession

EIGHTEEN

The Tea

“He will destroy me like he destroyed all the other girls who ended up in his playroom. Yet I know I’ll sign his contract. Because it’s the only way this gorgeous, dark billionaire will be mine. I look him in the eyes, my jaw set. “‘We need to clarify a few terms.’”
“He crosses his arms over his $50,000 silk suit.
“I point at the first page. ‘What do you mean by teabagging?’”

Part of me wanted to protest, but being a good parent is also wanting what’s best for your kids, and I couldn’t deprive Krakky of this opportunity to slither up the corporate ladder. I watched with a heavy heart as he pressed his little tentacles against Ellingham’s fingers on the other side of the glass. He had probably already forgotten about me, and it was better this way.

Alex is a dork & March is > him no contest.
Alex’s posture changed, shoulders squaring and heels digging into the ground. Cockfight, round two: coming up next on the Espionage Channel.

March was awake—well, had likely never been asleep in the first place.
Like all those people who show up at the ER in the middle of the night with strange things stuck up their butt, I had a thousand of good excuses ready—most of which sounded nearly as convincing as “I was cooking soup naked at two a.m., tripped in my kitchen, and fell back on a butternut that had been standing on the floor all along.”

Wish I could threaten people with this....
You know damn well who we got--"
"Don't say it."
"--next door, and John Pritkin ain't his--" "I'm warning you."
"--name. It's motherfucking Mer--"
"Say it and spend the rest of your life in the Jurassic," I hissed.

I could handle vast numbers of people wanting me dead--that wasn't new--or demon attacks or crazy ex-war mages or even the weight that definitely should not be there dangling between my legs. But for a moment I couldn't, simply couldn't, handle the hair

This whole situation is one of my favorites. So much good stuff to quote.
That's bizarre."
"No, Miss Palmer," Pritkin said savagely. "It isn't. What is bizarre is that I currently have a vagina .

Poor James his girlfriends all seem to be heinous bitches....

Thank goodness Conner is less infuriating and the Bradfords totally remind me of the lion shifters of Shelly Laurenston ... minus the hair fixation

I'm having a real hard time not hating Conner and his condescending, sexist, and homicidal rage inducing ass. Nah ,I'm not he's a jackass. The guys in the previous books were cute, but they didn't go as far.

That's what happens when you show up to a fight with claws and I show up with an evolutionary-created one-way trip to thermonuclear Hell.
Top of the food chain, bitches.

He'd replied that he was an ex-angel of the Lord and his levels of badass couldn't be measured by mere human means. I threw down the "I'm not human" card, the "the Auphe were on earth long before you were" card, and rounded it off with the "my bad-assery had gotten me the nickname of Unmaker of the World and yours gets you anally perched on Christmas trees every year" card.

Oh man I was so not expecting that ending... at ... all. O_o

I love Molly. I'm also happy to read a story with Carlos in it.
"Dammit, man. I’m a Faerie Princess, not a forensic analyst.”

I

He sighed. "Yeah. Trying. When I try to do good things, they generally turn out stupid. I'm not a hero, but every now and then I get this--impulse. It's got to be the Wolf genetics working to mess me up. I'm no good at being good." He wiped a hand wearily across his face. "And I'm too lazy to make a good bad guy.

Eden called as she ran past the downed vampire to help Wolf.
"Get back!" Laurent shouted as he noticed Eden's approach out of the corner of his eye.
Worry jolted through him, taking him totally by surprise, fueling his anger at the Primes he was fighting. He didn't need help. He didn't want her help. A girl could get hurt in this kind of brawl.
A fist jammed into his jaw.
He could get hurt in this kind of brawl!