2,747 Quotes About Paranormal-romance

A dark-haired man with electric-blue eyes hadn't taken his eyes off Caro since she'd sat down. He watched her like, well, a predatory wolf watched his mate. Caro glanced over her shoulder and when she turned to face Nissa her expression was dark. "Uh oh. "I'm sorry. Is mate the wrong word? I'm still not sure of all the correct --" She shook her head and placed a gentle hand on hers. "I'm sorry, it's not that. No, he's not my mate. He's a very persistent... Never mind. I'm actually unmated.

You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained. She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there.

If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes.

Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured. "If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.

I'm not letting you -- us -- go that easily, sweetheart, so get used to having me in your life.

After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?

You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.

Growing up she'd heard rumors about the enforcer and how badass he was...

This century faded—as did the last several—and she was Aphrodite again, goddess of lust and pleasure and sex, and she was home.