I'm not fretting over control with you. You can have all of the command you desire as long as we're together. I'll… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Dave and Tate were dressed with equal heinousness. More black leather, chains, and whips. Either Don’s staff truly had costumes for all… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Mencheres dropped his hands from my shoulders. “You know that’s what he wants. He’ll want to trade, you for her.” “Then I’ll… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I couldn't help shaking my head as I looked at him. Ian slept like a baby every morning - well, a baby… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Shame on you, Crispin. Married how long, and you haven't spanked your wife with a metal spatula yet?" I'd gotten used to… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
We had to play the hand we were dealt, all of us. Fighting the battles we could win. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“I love your hands,' he sighed. 'You think I look like an angel? Well, Kitten, your hands are my heaven and your… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
...that left Francesca to slink into the chair opposite us. My feeling of superiority was short-lived, however, when she settled herself down… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Bones glanced behind me, with just the barest inclination of his head. I walked away from him, muttering, "Don't worry, you don't… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
How can you stand touching her?” my sister blurted, staring at our clasped hands. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I seized on the change… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I stretched out my hands as if to ward him off. “Not yet. I want to know what your end game is… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Denise clung to the feel of his hands as she pushed at her panic. It's okay. You're safe...and this has got to… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject. “You… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Winston Gallagher!" I said, recognizing the first ghost I'de met. Then my eyes narrowed & I covered my hand in front of… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Miffed, I poked him in the chest. 'You think you know everything?' His hands caressed my back. 'Not everything, but some things.… — 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
