Jackals Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

“... my face is buried in the soft material of his shirt and my cheek is pressed against his chest and he smells like…

— Tahereh Mafi

“Oh, isn’t that sweet,” came Jackal’s loud, mocking voice... “Let’s make goo-goo eyes at each other in the middle of a stinking corpse field,…

— Julie Kagawa

“Nice one, Zoey. You did everything short of farting in there. Maybe if you see him again, you can tell him you have a…

— R.L. Naquin

“Before I can even process his actions, he bends down and gives me a quick but deep kiss.  When he pulls back and rests…

— Harper Sloan

“Jack is somewhere in this city, right now. The thought was like passing by a house where someone was grilling in the back yard.…

— Jane Seville

“I rest my head against him when our mouths break apart, and breathe him in. I love the smell of him, that mysterious, perfect,…

— Sabrina Elkins

“Jack nudges our pile of clothes with his foot. Grins. Well, ain't this an innerestin sitchation? he says. Two girls naked in the water…

— Moira Young

“You city boys and your psychologists. Just what we need, some fancy-pants lollygaggin' around telling us all how we need to get in touch…

— Lora Leigh

“As he eats, I hear whispers in the darkness near to us. I ease up and see several sets of eyes catching moonlight from…

— Pierce Brown

“He was barefoot, dressed in a black slacks with a thin belt and a sea-green silk shirt. His hair was damp, and he’d brushed…

— Colleen Houck

“Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.”

— Suzanne Wright

“Me? I’m nothing. I’m a fart in the air conditioning. I’m always there, but most of the time nobody knows it.”

— Orson Scott Card