Hate is too mild of a word. But it's nothing personal, I don't think. Gena Showalter More Quotes by Gena Showalter More Quotes From Gena Showalter He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled. Gena Showalter herathousand Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine. Gena Showalter warriordeitiesangel Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality. Gena Showalter fatalityparispleasure Come on, baby.” Paris combed his fingers through her hair. “Look past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly.” She snorted. “I’d argue the hideous looks part.” “But not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby. Gena Showalter hurtbabypast Impossible. I merely brought the essentials. Clothes, my favorite boots, face cream, makeup, a few books to read, a couple cans of caviar, lingerie, and my coffeepot. Plus a few other things a girl like me just can’t live without but can’t mention in mixed company because it would be indelicate. You know, because they’re sexual.” - at “lingerie,” Hector and Dallas had stood a little straighter. At “sexual,” they’d moaned. Jaxon punched them both in the back of the head. Gena Showalter girlcouplebook Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch Gena Showalter darkmenpeople He had no one but himself to blame, for he’d opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a crack in a window. But the funny thing was, once you welcomed in a breeze, there was no stopping what came next. A wind, a storm, thunder and lightning, until you could no longer reach the window to close it—and didn’t really want to anyway. That’s what this new darkness was. Evil in its purest form... -Paris Gena Showalter funny-thingspariswind The next day she’d examined her red satin sandals and with a frown said, “I’m thinking about buying two snakes.” His are you kidding me “Why?” had caused her to shrug. “I’d name them Leftie and Rightie and when they were big enough, they’d become Mamma’s boots. Gena Showalter snakesnamesthinking Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me? Gena Showalter narcissismlet-meheard I like to be admired from afar, and then complimented up close. Gena Showalter narcissismafar One of these days you're going to wake up," William finally said, "and I will have shaved you, Everywhere." (Paris) "Won't make a difference. Women will still want me. Gena Showalter making-a-differenceparisdifferences Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William Gena Showalter datingparisthinking Yes, you make yourself useful, angel boy. Meanwhile, I’ll be in the bathroom.” William’s jet-black hair was dripping wet and plastered to his face. There was a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, displaying muscles that rivaled Paris’s own, and a tattooed treasure map that led to his man junk. Looking at his, you could see the makings of a temper so savage anyone who miraculously survived an encounter with him would end up needing therapy. And diapers. “I’ve got to finish deep conditioning my hair.” Or maybe not so savage. Gena Showalter angelmenboys Tabitha blinked innocently. "Why is your consort speaking to me without my having addressed him first?" she asked Kaia. "Have you not taught him the proper order of things?" So the little man wasn't supposed to speak to the women folk without an invitation? Screw that. "Just stay out of my head, Harpy, or I'll make sure you regret it. By the way, how's the leg?" She hissed at him. Win! Gena Showalter regretwinningmen Any tips for winning?” she’d asked. “Yeah. Do what you gotta do to survive.” “That’s it? Wow. You suck at pep talks. Gena Showalter wowyeahwinning When is your birthday?” (…) Wide silver-gold eyes swung to him. “You don’t know?” “No.” Pouting, she twirled a strand of her hair. “How can you not know?” “Do you know mine?” he asked. “Of course I do. It’s the day you met me. Gena Showalter eyegoldhair Sighing, she shut the book with a snap. “All right. You need to vent, so I’ll listen to you vent. But do it quickly, because Rydstorm was about to plunder Sabine with his thick, hard— Gena Showalter plunderbookneeds But we all must be true to our own nature. Acting as anyone other than yourself merely brings you pain and makes you appear ashamed of who and what you are. Others will feed off that shame, and soon it will be all that you are. Gena Showalter shamepainacting That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after. Gena Showalter and-lovecharactermean He planned to stick to her like pasties on a stripper. Gena Showalter pastiessticks
