Where did you learn your charm—the gulag? by Nalini Singh

Where did you learn your charm—the gulag?

Nalini Singh

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Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests.” Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.

storm wind hands

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?' '... by Nalini Singh

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?' 'By slitting his throat.

throat decline hands

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.

blades together giving

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?

vampire nuts giving

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges. by Nalini Singh

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

privilege skins

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.

rising-up kissing hands

Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.

triumph soul sound

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal." by Nalini Singh

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

deals dies together

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power. by Nalini Singh

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

susceptible lure

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way... by Nalini Singh

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

sensual temptation men

Should've thought of that before you told my ex-girlfriend I eat live kittens for breakfast." A tiny twinge of guilt. Then the cat wondered what Riley would think of her last successful "shoo-away." "Who knew she'd believe me?" [Mercy responded.] "Oh no? When you 'accidentally' opened the cupboard to expose my 'kitten cage' full of the poor, sad kitties I was going to snack on?" A raised eyebrow. "Wasn't the cage next to my special 'kitten defurring' tools?" "They were obviously fake." Bas just stared at her.

cat girlfriend believe

Do you have no sense of self-preservation? by Nalini Singh

Do you have no sense of self-preservation?

self-preservation preservation self

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.

disappointed expression waiting

I'm the best," Elena muttered to herself the next morning s she got out of the taxi in front of the magnificient creation that was Archangel Tower. "Hey, lady, you gonna pay me or just talk to yourself?" "What? Oh.... Keep the change." ... "...you got a big hunt coming on?" Elena didn't ask how he'd pegged her for a hunter. "No. But I do have a high chance of meeting a horrible death within the next few hours. Might as well do something good as up my shot at getting into heaven.

hunters morning heaven

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wa... by Nalini Singh

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

leopards want lying

How long have you been with Raphael?” “You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.” “What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.” -Venom and Elena

raphael venom long

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he’d decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.

God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy. by Nalini Singh

God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.

What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair. "Idiot." She nipped his jaw with her teeth. "The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.

wall love-you moving