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“Everyone is a mix of good and bad. Can the good cancel out the bad? I don’t know. I’m not sure I even care. If there’s no objective measure, then all that matters is how I feel. Cole is a shade of gray I can accept.”
― Sophie Lark, There Is No Devil

“we had sex in every position i could imagine, and some i couldn't. we had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. you told me it was the best you'd ever had.”
― Charlaine Harris, Dead as a Doornail

“And yes, I came over here fully intending to seduce you." He lifted his head and whispered in my ear, "It's what I'm good at. Just like you're good at evading demons and kicking ass."

"Kicking ass?" I questioned as he dropped his head back to the arm of the couch. His hand was exploring again, and I didn't want to move.

"Yeah," he said, and I jumped as he found a ticklish spot. "I like a woman who takes care of herself."

"Not much of a white knight on a horse, huh?"

He raised one eyebrow. "Oh, I could," he said. "But I'm a lazy son of a bitch.”
― Kim Harrison, Every Which Way But Dead

“I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Typical" Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. "Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.”
― Kim Harrison, Every Which Way But Dead

“Hey, you freakin' bastard," I breathed. "You hit me again and I'll take care of your family planning.”
― Kim Harrison, Every Which Way But Dead

“You think my kids just popped out of the ground?”
― Kim Harrison, Dead Witch Walking

“You--Roarke." Eyes watering, she reached for more tissue. "Jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, you never sleep with anybody. And you're telling me you slept with Roarke?"

"That's not precisely accurate. We didn't sleep.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building."

"But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again."

Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?"

"Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Of course I am grateful, and I'm sure you are, as you put it, a special vintage," Bill said politely, "But I have my own wine cellar.”
― Charlaine Harris, Dead Until Dark

“The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Fine,' Jared snapped. 'But if you try cuddling up to me tonight... so help me, O'Shea."
Ian chuckled. ' Not to sound overly arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, Jared, were I so inclined, I think I could do better.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Roarke cares very much for Beth and for me, and a few select others. But loves? I'm not sure he'd let himself risk quite that unstable an emotion.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“I attributed the incidence to temporary insanity, and in my own defense, I'd like to say I haven't run over anyone since.”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“Yeah. Almost as surprising as when you nailed me with your father's car."

In the interest of avoiding confrontation, I felt compelled to explain. I didn't feel obliged to do it convincingly. "It was an accident. My foot slipped."

"That was no accident. You jumped the goddamn curb and followed me down the sidewalk.”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“From the look on your face, I'd say you know him."

I nodded. "Sold him a cannoli when I was in high school."

Connie grunted. "Honey, half of all the women in New Jersey have sold him their cannoli”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“You deserved to get run over. And besides, I barely tapped you. The only reason you broke your leg was because you panicked and tripped over your own feet.”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious."-”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“I want to see your tailpipe fading off into the sunset."
Good luck, I thought. My tailpipe was somewhere on Route 1, along with my muffler.”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“Nothing Personal? You've harrassed my mother, stolen my car, and now you're telling people I've gotten you pregnant! In my opinion, getting someone pregnant is pretty fucking personal! Jesus, isn't it enough I'm accused of murder? What are you the bounty hunter from hell?”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.”
― Janet Evanovich, One for the Money

“No one was getting in to see Nicco; the man took his whoring seriously.”
― Douglas Hulick, Among Thieves

“I suggest you...Fuck."

Even if it was an invitation, I doubt I would have been able to take her up on it just then. Inspiring as she could be in bed, I just didn't have it in me at the moment.”
― Douglas Hulick, Among Thieves

“Yes," said Jalem as he returned to his brushing. "You've obviously done a superb job so far. Tell me, do I need to make an appointment to try and kill Drothe, or is it simply on a first-come, first-served basis? I can never keep kin etiquette straight.”
― Douglas Hulick, Among Thieves

“You expected me to find a trustworthy forger?”
― Douglas Hulick, Among Thieves

“Where are you going?" I asked, as Frank swung his feet off the bed.

"I'd hate the dear old thing to be disappointed in us," he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and down, creating a piercing rhythmic squeak. The Hoovering in the hall stopped abruptly. After a minute or two of bouncing, he gave a loud, theatrical groan and collapsed backward with a twang of protesting springs. I giggled helplessly into a pillow, so as not to disturb the breathless silence outside.

Frank waggled his eyebrows at me. "You're supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle," he admonished in a whisper. "She'll think I'm not a good lover."

"You'll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans," I answered. "Two minutes doesn't deserve any more than a giggle."

"Inconsiderate little wench. I came here for a rest, remember?"

"Lazybones. You'll never manage the next branch on your family tree unless you show a bit more industry than that.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander