Nalini Singh quotes:

I had sex, Drew said with a grin. Lots and lots and lots of sex.Indigo threw a balled-up piece of paper at him, but she was grinning. Catching the paper, he said, Hey, no use in good energy going to waste.

Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you. -Raphael

Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body-but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.

Your weapons-master appears to have an actual, beating heart," she said to Raphael. "Who knew?" "Jessamy." "I concede that point." Elena referring to Galen

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you're angry.

Only ignorance excuses stupidity

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley

Riley : "Do you want to claw at me, kitty-cat? Come on." Mercy: "Sorry, I don't beat defenseless puppies.

I could kiss you forever," she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. "I love feeling you against me." "You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.

I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.''I won't let you fall.

You ever taunt me with Tasha again," she said in a harsh whisper when they broke the kiss to gasp for air, "and I will geld you."Raphael wincedThat would take at least a day to repair. Are you sure you want to lose my....attributes for that long?"

I ain't no Psy, Ms. Aleine, but even us dumb animals know when two people start exchanging thoughts, something's going on."She narrowed her eyes at his smug toneIt was a coincidence.""Baby, when I think about my body, I don't focus on my cock."

Nothing in his touch said he considered her fractured, considered her damaged goods, and that gave her a freedom she wouldn't have believed possible.

If he decided to pursue Sienna...Sucking in a breath Indigo promised herself she'd warn the girl if and when the time came-because no woman should have to face that campaign unprepared.

You ever taunt me with Tasha again," she said in a harsh whisper when they broke the kiss to gasp for air, "and I will geld you." Raphael winced. "That would take at least a day to repair. Are you sure you want to lose my....attributes for that long?

No one has ever been able to pinpoint the trigger." "But?" "But it is legend that ambrosia only rises when-" She held her breath. "- an archangel loves true.

Wave to the nice tourists, Sparkle. I promise it won't cause pestilence and firestorms." Elena bit the inside of her cheek at Aodhan's glare-she'd never seen anyone crack his reserved shell. "Sparkle and Bluebell, nice." "Never," Aodhan said, hands stubbornly on the girder, "ever repeat that. Illium seems to have forgotten I promised to separate his tongue from his mouth should he utter it again in this immortal lifetime.

I need you," he said to her, this woman who'd fought for her own right to live her life free of limits, "to build me some remote detonation devices." Amazing brown eyes shot with blue peering into his as she pressed her nose to his. "You always say the most romantic things.

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

All right." Shimmering droplets on her eyelashes, stars caught in transition. "But will you replace it with something for me?" "Anything." His body was hers. Brushing her fingers over his lips, she said, "You gave me an eagle. I want to give you one, too." A tender kiss pressed to the scar. "I want us to fly together.

A few minutes?" Feeling suddenly shy, she crossed her arms over her chest. The smile on his face widened, becoming touched with the feral wildness of the cat. It made thinking difficult. "I believed males needed a longer recovery time to mate." "Not this kitty cat." Rising to his feet, he said, "Get ready to play.

You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.

A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

Take her to the kitchen," came the orderIf she lies, throw her in the cauldron.""He was jesting about the cauldron, wasn't he?You cannot have a cauldron big enough for a person?"Bard halted, sighed, looked at her with those wide, liquid eyes."We," he said, "have knives."

While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown . . . that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness."

A naked blade sheathed in velvet, that was Raphael's voice.

Tell me something, Raphael?" He was already turning, heading to the door. "What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter?" She hid her smile at his slip. "What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend?" Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. "You can call me 'Master'.

Holding Hawke's gaze in a way that not many men could, Walker said, You will be good to her. Not a statement, but an order. Hawke's wolf stirredDo you think I'd be otherwise? If I did, you'd be dead.

Borrowing a hammer from Walker Lauren, she pounded the tickets into the office door with a nail. Hawke, passing by, helpfully held the tickets in place while she hammered the nail. He didn't say a word, his expression so bland it was clear he was highly amused.

Excuse me. I think you must've accidentally used the wrong pronoun.The growl that rumbled up out of his chest was loud enough to rattle the water glass on the bedside tableFine, you can stand in the corner and cheer while I kill him.

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

Can you two keep from tearing each other's throats out during however long it takes to find Nash?" Lucas's dry tone did nothing to hide the feline amusement in his eyes as he broke into her line of sight. "Or maybe I should be worrying about clothes instead?

Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.

--she walked into her bathroom, stripped, and entered the shower.The door opened a minute later to expose Riley standing there, beer in hand.Scraping damp strands of red off her face, she glared at him. "I don't remember giving you an invitation.""You said to amuse myself while you shower." A slow, slow, deliciously slow smile.It said gotcha

Mercy's eyes held equal parts shock, and delight. "Riley."He felt his lips stretch even wider. "I think we need to celebrate with some brand-new etchings."His cat's laugh was surprised and warm and the sound of home. "It's your etchings that got us into this position.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.

I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.

After this is over, I want a shower in a really big bathroom.""I'll get us the penthouse.""What makes you think you'll be sharing it with me?""I live in hope.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover. What Rissa's death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do a thousand times worse to the man I've become.

It was, she had to admit, some kind of wonderful to be kissed so deliciously by the only man who had dared play with her cat with the intention of winning.

It was, she had to admit, some kind of wonderful to be kissed so deliciously by the only mand who had dared play with her cat with the intention of winning.

For crissakes, you're the frickin' poster boy for DarkRiver with your 'Gee, shucks, I'm harmless' act."Dorian was used to being ribbed about his looks. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a surfer hanging out for the right wave than blooded DarkRiver sentinel."Look who's talking, Miss Bikini Babe 2067.

Come make me sticky.Dimitri to Honor

Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

If that happens to us," she whispered, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of a life so long and so full of tragedy, "if we feel ourselves, who we are together, becoming lost in time, I don't want to Sleep. I want to say good-bye when I'm still me and you're still you.

The only thing you can do to make me that angry is to lie with another man" ~ Raphael, Guild Hunter, Nalini Singh

I could've totally cut out your heart before you knew what was happening." "What stopped you?" "I thought Montgomery might've been pissed off at all the blood on the sheets." "Montgomery would never be something as uncouth as pissed off. Annoyed in an icily genteel manner, perhaps.

Say what you would about the dietary requirements, vampirism sure did do great things for the skin and body.

... because he was going to marry her. "It is customary to ask," she now said as she turned to watch him button up a black shirt over that chest she'd licked and sucked and kissed not long ago. "Why?" He shrugged. "I'm not giving you a choice.

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

A life is not a waste of time

A long-dead angel who thought to own me," was his enigmatic answer, the silver in his eyes almost liquid. "I tore out his throat. After that, I ate his liver and his heart. The remaining internal organs weren't as tasty so I gave them to his other creatures." Elena's hand tightened on the handle of the knife, conscious Naasir carried gleaming blades of his own in the sheaths strapped to his arms. "I wouldn't think a vampire who killed an angel would be permitted to live." A slow, feral smile. "I didn't say I killed him.

A lot of women have trouble with their mothers-in-law." Raphael's look was priceless. "My mother is an insane archangel.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

A single raised eyebrow. "You've defected, sweetheart. No use worrying about the big, bad wolf now." She was aware of Judd speaking, but her attention never shifted off the man who was a predator, for all that he wore human skin. When he peeled open and held out a bar of some kind, she took it, aware low energy levels could be dangerous when it came to her ability to keep a handle on the cold fire. "Thank you." A faint smile, a strange amusement in those icy eyes. "You're welcome." It was the most polite interaction they'd ever had.

After they were both done, the pile of knives and guns on the coffee table looked like they'd cleaned out an armory. "I think we have a problem, Dmitri.

Am I too early?" "No. He's waiting for you." The smile faded, to be replaced by a slightly disappointed expression. "I thought you'd be . . . scarier.

An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.

And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.

And if she fell, he'd fall with her.

Animals obviously ranked higher in Michaela's world view than humans. Having seen some of the things humans were capable of, Elena couldn't disagree.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

Are you?" "What?" "Venomous?" Another savage smile. He touched the tip of one fang with his tongue and when he drew it away, she saw a pearl of golden liquid. "Try me and see." "Maybe later, after I've survived Michaela.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed his temple. "I'm sorry I scared you." It wasn't the done thing for an archangel to admit fear, but he was hers, and she'd hurt him without meaning to; it was up to her to fix her mistake. His wings shifted, but he didn't extricate their bodies. "I didn't know fear until you, Elena. Use the power wisely.

As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.

As her skin sizzled under the delicious heat, she supposed she should've been giving serious thought to the lunacy of what she was doing playing with a vampire, who was, for all his charm, as lethal as a stiletto across the throat. But then again, most of her friends already thought she was half a nut short of a fruitcake. Why disappoint?

Bluebell, you couldn't take me if I was blindfolded and had both hands tied behind my back." "Bluebell?" Illium narrowed his eyes. "That's it, Barbarian.

Bluebell," she said, remembering from Erotique. "Pretty name." "I call Dmitri Dark Overlord." "Shae," Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. "Now, pretty Bluebell" another languid stroke across her skin "tell the Overlord what you discovered.

Brenna's eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. "Why do I keep telling you things I swore I'd take to my grave?" The contact shot electricity through his nerves. "Because you know I'll always be your shield against the nightmares.

But you, you've always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Can I bite you here, too?

Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn't stop herself. Obsession or compulsion, she didn't know, but she did know that before this was over, she'd either end up in Dmitri's bed . . . or one of them would bleed darkest red.

Content in a way he'd rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. "I made you purr." A lazy yawn. "I'm faking it.

Death holds no allure for me, Elena." The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. "Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

Do tell. It might be entertaining to see who gets to you first." "Excuse me if entertaining you isn't at the top of my agenda.

Do you have no sense of self-preservation?

Do you know where Jason is?" she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. "Tired of your Bluebell already?" A tendril of champagne circled around her senses, cut with something far harder. Never had she felt that harsh edge in Dmitri's scent. She pitied the woman he took to his bed today. "Yeah, that's it. I'm building a harem.

Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.

Eternity would mean nothing without you. For no power on this earth would I trade my Elena.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?" "Once." He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. "I married her.

Fathers and mothers," she found herself saying, "leave their mark, no matter if we've known them a lifetime or only a day.

For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He'd been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.

Go on," he said in a low tone that was a dare. "Keep on poking the hungry wolf, see how naked it gets you.

God, you're sexy when you talk Psy.

Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he'd have full cause to throw a punch. Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'm human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eyes. "Making up is the un part, in case you haven't figured that out yet.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. "You'll be the death of me, Elena." She smiled. "You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. "It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.

He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him

He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, "But you've got an advantage, sweetheart. You're already in his head. And you know how to mess with it.

He leaned a fraction closer. "My lovers have always been warrior women. Strength intrigues me." She refused to let him play with her like this, even if her body disagreed. Vehemently. "Do knives intrigue you, too? Because touch me and I will cut you up. I don't care if you throw me off the nearest balcony.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "I told you to stop flinching." And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

He understands evil better than any other person I've ever known. We disagree in how to eliminate it, but we do not disagree that it exists.

He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?" "Blades," he whispered, "and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.

He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.

he was the monster that stalked nightmare and they both knew it

He would do things for he'd do for no one else, but while he'd empty the sky for her so she could spread her wings, fly, he would not set her free. She belonged to him, would always belong to him

Heart of my heart, that's who you are, Adria Morgan. Chosen and forever." Picking her hand off his cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss to the palm before placing it over the strong, steady rhythm of that very organ. "Wolf and man, you own every part of me.

He'd been so angry at her -always pushing his buttons, that girl. But then he'd taken her into his arms, and all that anger had blazed into a darker, hotly possessive need that had urged him to bend his head, bite down on the throbbing pulse in her neck, leave a mark.

He'd kill for her, destroy for her, savage anyone who dared attempt to take her from him. And he would never let her go...even if she begged for her freedom.

Her voice trembled. "I'm so glad you're mine. I won't ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive.

His gentleness twined another tendril around her heart, until she was so entangled in him, she knew she'd never break free. For the first time in her life, her wolf had chosen. And it had chosen this lone wolf. "You have me," she whispered. All of me.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

Holding Hawke's gaze in a way that not many men could, Walker said, "You will be good to her." Not a statement, but an order. Hawke's wolf stirred. "Do you think I'd be otherwise?" "If I did, you'd be dead.

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.