Killing your rival doesn’t guarantee happiness. Sometimes it ruins any chance you have of it instead. Memories of dead men hold far… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Perhaps some of the appeal of the dangerous-but-yummy paranormal anti-hero lies in his scorn for societal expectations. Yes, women have come a… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Wrong way, Bones. The men's showers are in the opposite direction." I'll file that away with all the other information that doesn't… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
He's clean," Ritchie announced. Chance wrinkled his nose with mild distaste. "Can't say the same about you. Really, man, soap is nothing… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle." "Handle your blood?" Bones… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
My father was English. He date-raped my mother so she's hated English men ever since. You know my boyfriend's English, and I'm,… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
He had black hair anybody could see was dyed, and even had one long piece wrapped around his head in that way… — 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
Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe it had just been casual for him, and I wouldn't even have to tell him… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
A human hires a hit man to kill his cousin for money, boring. That same hit man botches the job twice, funny.… — 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
