I killed Freddie the vamp like twenty times, but he wouldn't die. --Natalya Shonski

He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.

I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.

Cute? You think he's cute? What's cute about him? ... Well, yes. He's got that smile, that really bad boy smile, and a great backside. On page eighty of the relationship manual, it clearly states, you cannot look at another man's backside, especially if you think it's great.

Joley likes to be scared, and she can't watch them alone." "I don't know how you can make that sound perfectly logical.

When Jackson used that particular tone of voice, men died, pure and simple.

King-sized? It would take up all my space. I need wide-open spaces." She glanced at Kane for help, but he was rolling around on a matress and moaning in a loud, orgasmic manner. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh.