Hailey Edwards Quotes

Djinns were liars and manipulators, much like my estranged pseudo husband.

Panties I don't mind going without, but I have no bra."
"You're like me." She smoothed her hands over her small breasts. "We have knots on a wooden plank.

Eyes are windows to the soul." His voice rang with profound meaning I couldn't grasp. Deep-chested baying alerted us to the approaching pack. Sweat trickled between my shoulder blades. "Curtains are half off at JCPenney," I snapped. "What's your point?

A soul mate was the person who wielded the greatest power imaginable over you, the person who cupped your happiness in their hands. If the worst happened and the relationship crumbled, they used the power you so foolishly lent them to crush your dreams under their heels as they walked out of your life. Those same hands that had so delicately held your joy were plunged in your chest as they ripped your heart out by its roots.

Are you babysitting?" I pulled out my phone. "Is this a bad time? I can call for a pick-up. I'm sure Kitty McLitterbox would love to come back for me." "If you leave me," she snarled, "I will hunt you down, chop you up and feed you to Grandmother's koi." I believed her. "Are all kitsunes this violent, or are you the exception?" She glanced toward the house. "You've met my mother and grandmother." "Good point.

I love you," she said, stomach growling.
"You love bacon."
"I have a big heart," she protested. "There's room enough for both of you in it.

Deserve your distrust, but can't you accept I want to help you? Haven't I given you proof?" "The more proof you show me, the closer I have to inspect the fine print." Rook had proven to me where his loyalties lay.

Mai wasn't a bad driver, exactly. Her foot just had a high lead content.

This thing with Graeson wasn't love or simple lust. It was undefinable, and a thing without definition that technically couldn't exist without such parameters shouldn't hurt so much. But it did.

A king-size bed sat catty-corner opposite me. The bedroom was painted white, but the comforter was crimson. Small black velvet bird appliques swarmed in the center. I'm not much for art. I'll confess the deeper meaning of the twisted comforter was lost on me. Maybe death to all swallows?

I do believe that sometimes - whether it's fate or accidental - we cross paths with someone who shatters us on a fundamental level and remakes us into a better version of ourselves.

Get kidnapped once, and you're branded for life." "You came home married, crowned, with a DayGlo prehistoric cat and two Unseelie guardians.

In the grand and boneheaded tradition of men who thought they knew best for their women, he had made a bad situation much worse by lying. He made a life-altering decision for me,

A guy who cooked, cleaned and looked good while doing it? Cha-ching.

Raven could destroy me. He could twist any one of the missteps I had made around him until he owned me. That he hadn't yet didn't mean he wouldn't ever. It just meant I was of more use to him running on my own steam, making fresh mistakes to compound the old ones than under his auspices.

Bucko?" A softening of his features told me he was amused. "Confidence is sexy on you." "Yeah, well." I ducked my head to hide my tingling cheeks. "Fake it 'til you make it.

Your actions are your choice, just as the actions of others are theirs.

Life after love was possible. I was proof. Loss taught you about yourself, burrowed in the dark parts of your soul and ate you from the inside out.

A driver who thinks stop signs are suggestions and red lights are decorative accents.

Forgive me, Old One." Vaughn stifled a yawn. "Is there a point to this bedtime story?"
Rhys picked up the fork from Vaughn's plate and drove it into his brother's thigh. "There. I've made four points for him.

Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.

Outside the airport, the caravan waited. Four silver Airstream trailers, three trucks, two parking violations and Aunt Dot. Stepping into the parking lot felt like coming home.