201 Quotes About Urban-fantasy-romance

Call me Tinker-bell one more time. I dare you, Ryder Grimm.

I heard her scream one night while she was sleeping.Heard but didn't see.When I turned, there was nothing.No one.Only darkness.But I know what I heard.

My nipples tightened as I breathed in his musky scent mixed with cologne. I didn’t recognize the brand, but it spoke to something inside me. It whispered come closer, and my heart pounded harder.

Normally, I would have kicked him in the nuts for touching me without my consent.

I will fight for you, for us. You belong with me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep anyone from coming between us again.

Hush. Yellow is a happy color, and I'm trying to feel happy again.

Darius blinked. "You're an accountant?" She looked more like a supermodel librarian. Not that he could tell her that.

It wasn't every day a witch came to see him.Darius deCompostela gave up on the paperwork he'd been trying to fill out and leaned back in his chair. Semantics. Technically, Georgia Clare hadn't come to see him. She'd come to see MacMillian. Most people did, often with barely a sideways glance in his direction. Usually, that chafed.Not this time. For one thing, her reluctance to speak with him didn't seem to have anything to do with, well, him.For another thing, he didn't do witches.

I never saw true beauty till this night.