813 Quotes by Jeaniene Frost

Vlad didn’t show off his seething masculinity by wearing fewer clothes. Instead, he wore more to taunt people with what he didn’t allow them to feast their eyes on.

The nine pounds Gretchen had gained must’ve come from her new brass balls.

Bones let out a snort. “I didn’t doubt your actions for a moment. You’ve never been able to turn down playing the hero to rescue me.” Bastard, I thought, and hoped that got through loud and clear.

I hadn’t expected to be kidnapped today or I’d have worn something more conservative.

If you were Catholic, you’d singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.

He smiled, showing lovely squared teeth. All the better to bite you with, my dear.

He’s stronger than you are.” My voice was barely above a whisper. Bones snorted. “I know that, luv, but he won’t be the first bloke I’ve shriveled who exceeded me in power. All I need is one mistake from Gregor, and he’s mine.

Come to think of it, pet, you are a liar, possessor of false identification, and a murderer.” “Your point?” I snapped. “Not to mention a tease,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Foulmouthed, as well. Yep, you and I will get along famously.

Who was the real Adrian? The oddly charming man who’d asked me for a date right after he kidnapped me? The heroic one who’d saved my life two times in four days? Or the surly one who acted like I was a venereal disease he couldn’t wait to be cured of?