52 Quotes by Suzanne Johnson

I took a deep breath. The alligators were halfway up to my ass. Might as well let 'em keep climbing.

An iron? Was he kidding? God

I’ll do most of the talking,” Alex said. “But don’t be afraid to ask Melinda Hubert questions-trust your instincts.”My instincts said to stay home and let him handle it. “So, will we play good cop/bad cop? I want to be the bad cop. I’m not the warm. nurturing type.”He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Really?”Jerk. “So what should I do?”“Stop watching cop shows for one.

Strong hands slipped over her shoulders as Alex joined us, standing so close, I could feel his body heat radiating up my back….He squeezed my shoulders a little hard for it to be a show of solidarity. I’d probably have bruises. He was marking his territory.

There was a bounty on my head, it was four days before Christmas, and I was having turtle gumbo with a merman, an undead pirate king, two loups-garou, and my best friend - a human pregnant with the half-elven child who had unknowingly helped set this whole debacle in motion. Plus a newbie vampire who didn't like the smell of food anymore.

We needed to get out of Barataria before all of us became alcohol-dependent.

You must not have carnal relations with this elf, Drusilla.

I’d been born on Mardi Gras; I hoped I didn’t die on it as well.

We should easily be home by eleven. Unless, of course, we were dead.