Dave and Tate were dressed with equal heinousness. More black leather, chains, and whips. Either Don’s staff truly had costumes for all possible occasions on hand, or someone at wardrobe had a lot of explaining to do. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Slash was about my height, and he used the alignment of our bodies to his greatest advantage. I let it go on for a few minutes. Right up until he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out Mr. One Eye. — 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
