“It was no longer a war of humans against vampires. It was a war between justice and tyranny.” — Juliette Cross Justice Copy Share Image
“His jaw clenched tight. “I could not resist you last night if the world itself was on fire.” — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
“He was too big, too dark, too strong, too seductive… simply too much for her to resist.” — Juliette Cross Dark Copy Share Image
“Violate me?” He laughed, a black lock of hair falling in front of one eye. “That sounds delightful.” — Juliette Cross Historical Copy Share Image
“There is nothing else. No one else,” he grated low and deep. “There is only us.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Nice night for a bath under the moonlight, isn’t it?” he asked evenly.” — Juliette Cross Historical-romance Copy Share Image
“He’d heard older vampires speak of those they called honey-bleeders.” — Juliette Cross Historical-romance Copy Share Image
“And fairy tales have no meaning when the stars align and Fortune spins her wheel, weaving her own story for your heart.” — Juliette Cross Fairy Copy Share Image
“No? Then why do I feel like I’m under a spell, as if something is gripping me, and I’m helpless to free… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“I am not afraid of death.” He pressed a kiss into her palm, the slow, sensual act weakening her knees. “I am… — Juliette Cross Afraid of death Copy Share Image
“She was the sweetest ambrosia sent straight from heaven. Or the most sinful temptation to drag him down to hell. He didn’t… — Juliette Cross Ambrosia Copy Share Image
“I know all the tells a woman makes when she wants me. The furtive glance. The parted mouth. The rapid heartbeat. The… — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
“I love that sound,” he said against her lips, sucking her bottom lip. “I love it when you make me make that… — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
“You say the naughtiest things for a duke.” He arched a brow. “How many dukes have you known?” She glanced up as… — Juliette Cross Danger Copy Share Image
“There is no place far enough that you can run. If a doe flees into the forest as far as her legs… — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Arabelle smiled and hooked the mask into place. Now her disguise was perfect. As the carriage rolled on, with the same dogged… — Juliette Cross Disguise Copy Share Image
“You know, I once had a little boy in Hiddleston come up to me and ask if I conjured up the hartsstone.”… — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
“When I take a woman in my arms, whether to my bed or to feed, it is always an embrace—gentle, warm, and… — Juliette Cross Cuddling Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t the kind of woman to give herself easily. But she’d never known a man or vampire like him. He always… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Friedrich had found a little girl in the village schoolroom painting a black flower. When he’d asked her why she would paint… — Juliette Cross Darkness Copy Share Image
“Magnificent. Beautiful. Glorious. Marius couldn’t believe such a woman still existed in all the kingdoms. The small taste of her blood on… — Juliette Cross Historical-romance Copy Share Image
“Her scent was so embedded in his skin, through his flesh right down to his bones, that if he lived a million… — Juliette Cross Paranormal-romance Copy Share Image
“She opened her mouth and let him feed her. He slipped in his index finger with melted chocolate on the tip and… — Juliette Cross Danger Copy Share Image
“For a moment, she could do nothing but stare at the vaulted ceiling, sucking in deep breaths. She didn’t know. Stars above,… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Feeling your body beneath me was the closest to heaven that I shall ever come.” He spoke not in a whisper but… — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
“Don’t worry, Arabelle. I won’t bite.” “Is that supposed to be funny?” “No. That’s a promise.” — Juliette Cross Historical-romance Copy Share Image
“You are its crowning flower, the dark bloom that promises both rebirth and an avenging hand.” — Juliette Cross Flower Copy Share Image
“Her name is Arabelle.” Marius felt her name sink into his chest like a long-ago lullaby waiting to be sung again.” — Juliette Cross Historical Copy Share Image
“I want to tear these clothes off of you and taste every inch of your skin. I want to lick you between… — Juliette Cross Fantasy Copy Share Image
