39 Quotes by Christine Warren

My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.

Heat rose to her cheeks. The man made love to her one time, and already she couldn't wait to touch him again. He should be labeled a controlled substance to keep potential addicts like her safe from his influence.

You arrogant, selfish, egotistical, medieval, despotic, swollen-headed, dumb, idiot penis owner!

It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.

Fresh, sweet honeysuckle. Ripe and rich and ready to be fucked—PLUCKED, he corrected himself, ready to be plucked.

Didn't anyone tell you that size doesn't matter?""Yes, but I told him to put his pants back on and go home.

So I'm not allowed to take responsibility for the whole world, but you are, huh?Kees felt the corners of his mouth twitch and his heart squeeze and then melt. ...I am bigger, he growled.And she laughed.

Still shuddering, he collapsed atop her on a long, strangled groan. It sounded as if someone had just wrung out his soul.Ella knew precisely how he felt.

Ella squeezed, wringing a groan from his throat that echoed the torments of the damned. Usually, though, the damned didn't lean into the torment in a silent entreaty for more. Or so she assumed. She didn't think hell was likely to be kinky.