Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?” “In this case, it’s a stake. You could… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
The clock struck eleven and cat the vampire huntress was on the loose, except my battle armor was a push-up bra, curled… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
She might not know what your routine is, but I do,” I said softly. “So put the lantern down. You’re not burning… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
There is no way I’m going out in public like this!” It seemed while I was being tormented at the salon, Bones… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers,… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
He was also handsome in a too-pretty way that made me think with less muscles, a wig, and some makeup, he'd look… — 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?” Tat answered fiercely, “Dead is stuffed inside that box, not what you are now. You’re my friend. Always will be. No matter what the fuck you eat. I didn’t believe that pale prick when he said… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share
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
