165 Quotes by Eve Langlais

Just what does a virgin wife have to do to get debauched? Teena really wanted to know. Offering herself hadn’t worked. Telling her husband he would be her one and only seemed to set off a state of panic. Would she have to tie Dmitri down and have her way with him?

Some might call it a tawdry romance, or mommy porn. Samantha, however, found romances very educational. For example, she knew exactly what to do if facing an angry Saxon – swoon in his arms. See? Useful stuff.

Thank Satan’s scientists for inventing the birth control pill.

Something dropped from above the door onto the nurse, something lunged at her from the floor, and amidst the screaming – lots of it comparing the twins to satanic imps escaped from hell – Melanie laughed. “There’s my good boys. Come see Mama.

I’ll kill them all,” he growled, his eyes glowing with inner fire. “Why?” “Because they hurt you. I’ll shoot them in the kneecaps and make them crawl. Hook them to some booster cables and clip them to a power line. Inject poison into their veins.” “And then?” “I’ll kill them.” She sighed. “That is so romantic.

A hint of red there and a dose of heat to sear the skin – mmm, barbecue. Not funny, you sick bastard. As Wes rebuked his inner gator, he slapped himself, only to hear a voice he never thought to hear again after last night. “You’re slapping the wrong part of your body. Why don’t you stand up and I’ll help you get the right spot?” Melanie. What is she doing here?

Anyone ever tell you that you’re an evil, evil man?” “All the time, usually followed by handcuffs.” Laughter spilled from her, which he joined, his low tenor doing strange things to her insides. Oh God, she’d have to lock her door tonight, and then toss the key so she didn’t come back down to ravage him.

The size doesn’t matter.” The imp in her, the one that had obviously heard her sister one too many times, retorted, “Funny, I was always told by the girls that it’s all about the size. The bigger, the better.” While her own words didn’t make her blush, his reply did. “I assure you, I have more than enough size to please you, little kitten. And my oral skills are to scream for.

I am not your patient anymore, doctor. As a matter of fact, I’d say the drastic reversal in roles means you should pretty much do or say anything I want.” “What do you want?” How breathless she sounded. “You.” Gasp.