“Daemon was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Hair messy from sleep, flannel pajama bottoms rumpled. No shirt. Three feet plus of snow outside, and he was still half naked.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“I needed to stop staring at his bicep...and chest...and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so...sexy. Wow. This was awkward.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“If you want a woman with a tight little kitty, the find one with itty bitty titties!” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Pretty much all women who wear pantsuits are evil. Kat's head tipped to the side. Okay. I do have to agree with that.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils. No one is perfect, no matter what they are or what side they… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Bethany." His quiet voice intruded. Her heart turned over heavily. "This is real right?" His face contorted as if he were in pain. "Yes,… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“You know, my sister and I can’t understand what Dawson sees in you. You’re just a silly little human.” His arm shot out so… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“He stepped aside, allowing me back into the hallway. As we headed to another elevator, he was glued to my hip. "As close as… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“He bent down, pressing his head against her forehead. “Seriously though, I want this – I want you … More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Everybody, no matter what is happening around them, deserves the kind of love that man feels for you” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!"I cringed and stopped inside the dining room. There was no way I was going… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Aiden grabbed my arm, pulling me right against his chest. The unexpected contact fried my brain. “If I was like every other pure-blood, I… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Fine!” I threw my hands up in the air. “Yes, you mean something to me. What you did for me on Thanksgiving—that made me…”… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Please tell me that I undressed myself last night.” A half-smile formed. “Is that what you want to hear?” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“It’s not great. What kind of connection is this? A one-way hotline to Pervyville?” I took a step forward, on a roll now. “It’s… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
