I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.
The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.
All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats. That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.
I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.
There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.
Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.
I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.
What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?
Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.
I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.
Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.
Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
I'd never been turned on by the Ken dollùeven before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing
You never knew what you could get away with until you tried.
Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.
If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.
You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.
Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.
If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control
You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!
Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.
If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.
Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.
It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.
He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.
He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.
Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?
He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.
Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.
He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.
Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style, park your own car out front.
He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.
My philosophy is pretty simple û any day nobodyÆs trying to kill me is a good day in my book.
I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.
Now you know how I justify my addictionsùif I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.
I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.
She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.
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