24 Quotes by Cari Silverwood

Being born of the dreams and nightmares of humans, they weren’t truly faery or demon. The semantics of labels didn’t matter. There was just light, and there was dark, and neither of them belonged in this world.

If you lie there much longer, I’ll be tempted to tie you to the table legs and try buttering your ass instead of the toast.

His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits.“I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as I am yours. We shall be one. So one that your air will be mine, your scent mine, your blood will fill my veins, your soul and my soul will entwine together forever. Everything about you, mine.”Wow. “Those little china animals on my mantelpiece?”“Mine.

She inhaled his delicious male scent again. “Why do you smell so good?”“This.” He held up a small bottle. Eau de biker.“Fuck. I knew it,” she whispered.

She wondered, ever so hopefully, if among these men she would find her holy grail – what she'd been saving herself for from the day she opened the pages of her first romance novel – the man with the ten inch purple-headed schlong.Fabio with his flowing locks could take a hike.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “No.”“Excuse me?”She sniffed, opened her eyes then looked up. “No. I don’t wish you to leave.”His eyes changed from lukewarm to hot.The iron of the seat met her back. Oh yes, definitely she was the keeper at the zoo and she’d just offered her own leg, medium-rare, to the lion.

Tallish. Check. Built like a bull. Check. Were there tingles in her downstairs department? Mmhmm. Check. Her pearly gates had gone into override and the doors were ready to burst open.

I have one important question to ask you before I kiss you.”Kiss her? Her eyes had possibly bulged out of their sockets. Not good. “What?”“Are you allergic to calamari?

There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.