He picked the wrong profession. Should've stayed a prostitute. He'd have made millions. - Cat — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
The lustful glances thrown his way made me wish he wasn’t such a damned bowl of eye candy." - Cat re: Bones — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
You see, you don’t want me to love you. You want the version you’ve made up. The knight, even though I’m the… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Brilliant landing.. We´re trying to keep a low profile, and here you´ve gone and made it look like a meteorite hit. — 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
...But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing you. You made me promise before to go… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
The sheer splendor of the sight made my chest tighten and tears sting my eyes. All the darkness lately made it easy… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“I missed you every minute this week and I don't want to spend another day without you. If my mom disowns me… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
He looked glad to be on his way and made a beeline for the exit. Just as he was out the door,… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
After further introductions were made, we settled in the family room. Yes, the living room would have been nicer, but I wanted… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. "You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
She was my mother. I couldn't threaten to slap, stab, beat or even name call her. I tried to think of something… — 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
Do you know what happened the last time I loved someone?” Growled against my skin with such tempered violence that my shiver… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Trying to wake you,” Bones answered crisply. “I cut you, threw water on you, slapped you, and set a lighter to your… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
and yet when i finally drifted of in that barely conscious state where logic was absent and dreams encroached i could almost… — 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
