Why did you tell her I'm your boyfriend? Why doesn't she know about your real one? - Timmy He's English! And Mom...Mom… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“Even though he was inside the house, I could still hear Vlad’s sardonic mutter of “Where’s a tissue when I need one?”… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I’ve been telling… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
It was official. I now wanted to murder a ghost, a notion I'd discarded as unlikely only twenty minutes before. (Cat) — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“"What the hell was THAT?" I gasped. "Premature inflamulation," he replied. "Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing, I don't like to talk about it."… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“BONES: “I want you to promise me something. Promise me you’re not going to start running again.” CAT: “No, I’m too tired… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Or for the gorgeously bare vampire to give her a sensual massage while feeding her peeled grapes. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“Stop it,” Adrian ordered, his strange accent thicker with his vehemence. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you!” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I’m in, Cat. I’d never leave you. Especially when you’ve got death breathing down your neck.” “Very funny,” I retorted, since Bones was inches… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“I remember hearing you scream, Cat, and seeing your face. But I don’t remember dying. And how can I go on if I’m dead?”… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Cat cleared her throat in the tense silence that followed. “Uh, before this goes any further, let’s at least introduce ourselves to your friend.… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“I went over to the narrow closet and picked out another outfit, glancing behind me to make sure Bones had shut the door before… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“I was too shocked to respond, but Bones's laughter broke the silence. "You must be taking a piss on me." "Am I expected to… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
The paranormal bad boy is usually a fiercely loyal partner for the heroine. Once his sights are set on her, he doesn't notice other… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“A shrug. “I wasn’t sent to you until now.” “Are you serious?” Incredulity sharpened my tone. “Is your boss in a bad mood, or… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
