Jane Cousins Quotes

Hey!" He snapped out of his musings as Destiny's hand trailed down his body to cup his less than interested cock through his trousers. "Claws to self, Vampira, I assume you brush your teeth twice a day but I have no idea where those hands of yours have been.

Turning her attention back to her Aunt she sighed softly. "I'd really like my security deposit back on this place, so if you do end up having to kill him… well…"
Nabha laughed softly, patting her niece on the arm. "Don't worry, I'll do it outside."
"Good." Devon sighed with relief. That was one less thing to worry about. "As long as we're on the same page.

Recapping the water he turned on the sofa to face her, his eyes reflexively dropping to her chest where he knew the key was hidden. Thank God the dress was high necked, otherwise he would be outright eyeing her cleavage.
"Thinking of going in?" She questioned, amusement dancing in those clear eyes.

Arrgh!" Hadleigh flung up an arm to shield her eyes but the damage had been done. She'd seen a lot of ugly things in her time and generally ended up killing them but this … this thing defied description. It mocked the word ugly as pithy and stomped on an array of descriptive words such as loathsome, skin crawling and hideous. "Good Goddess, what in the Hell is that?

Stephanie wasn't one for getting chatty after sex, or before, for that matter. Silent, disposable partners were kind of her sweet spot. But she'd often found the male of the species did not get the value of quiet time. They were all - that was amazing. You are amazing. That thing you did with your leg? above your head? amazing. When can I see you again? Let me give you my digits. Hey, why are you just walking away?

Is there something going on between you and Matias?"
"No!"
"Okay, I may not have a truck load of fancy degrees but all I can say is… liar, liar, I'm seriously thinking of grabbing my blow torch and setting your pants on fire.

Props?" She was almost afraid to ask.
"Just the usual. Stethoscope, tongue depressor... scalpel, bone saw, rib spreaders… just the normal stuff."
"Maybe in future you should ditch the props, be less Nurse Ratched and more soft porn first day on the job candy striper."
Darcy look genuinely puzzled for a brief moment. "Where would the fun be in that for me?

Stephanie had never had to put any real effort into seducing a man before, but she had faith in her innate abilities. She was a highly trained Valkyrie; they didn't know how to fail. No doubt when faced with even a small fraction of her effort, Galen would fold immediately. Just like a Jokaltist Demon when you punctured their throat sac.

...delayed gratification? "Is that where I tie you to the bed, go out and kill a platoon of ogres before returning to have my wicked way with you?"
"Sounds like we have our first anniversary plans already locked and loaded.

If he just wanted sex from her, everyone knew the fastest approach to that end was just to enquire bluntly if she was interested. She was either willing to kill some time, or she was too busy killing.

Some instantaneous connection had occurred between them. The very air in the room seemed to crackle with the awareness of it. A wave of heat suffused her body to centre between her legs, suddenly she felt breathless and hyper aware of him. There was no way this man could remain unaffected by the sheer magnitude of the invisible bonds that had just linked them irretrievably together. She wondered what he was thinking behind those beautiful navy blue eyes. Okay so she didn't really expect him to open his mouth and spout poetry or declare his undying love but she certainly wasn't prepared for his next words.
"You aren't going to throw up are you? This is one of my favourite suits.

Yeah, because you know what happened to Goldilocks, right? The big…" He leaned in closer. "Bad…." Closer still. "Bear ate her all up." His face once more had that neutral assessing expression he habitually wore, except for his eyes that roiled with heated intent.
"I think." Nell swallowed. "You're getting your fairy tales mixed up. I believe it was Goldilocks who ate porridge."
"Nah, Goldilocks got too sassy. There was eating… but it definitely wasn't porridge.

You can't think of anything? Anything you might need a man for?"
Berry blinked slowly, then gave him a wide smile. "Are you talking about sex? Because if you are, there are plenty of products on the market today that claim to be just as good as a man. Not to mention some of them come with rechargeable solar batteries… so good for the environment too.

She wondered what he really saw when he looked at her. God, she hoped she didn't look like his mother or anything. That would be veering into a Hitchcock shower scene that she really didn't want to be the star of.

Hey." Erik was now eye level with Cara's breasts and thoroughly enjoying the view. Maybe he should try and strike up a conversation. "Come here often?"
"Are you talking to my breasts again?" Cara huffed in exasperation.
"Oh… do that again, the huffing thing."
Cara grabbed a fistful of the hair on his clearly undamaged head and yanked so Erik was forced to sit up and make actual eye contact with her. "I can't tell if you're brain damaged or if you've always been like this.

Your head is incredibly hard…you'll be fine."
"So much for bedside manner. You didn't think about cushioning my fall before I hit the ground?"
"Please, would you jump in front of an oak tree to stop it falling?"
"You're comparing me to a falling tree?

I'm related to one. Can you believe that? It was bad enough thinking I was paranoid, going crazy or maybe just cursed, but to find out Gods are real and that I'm related to one… life sucks lemons and I've run out of tequila and salt.

Brodie found herself frowning in confusion, the rugged handsome one was making no sense. "But I just want to have sex with you… no commitment, no sharing. If anything, I would prefer it if you didn't talk at all, before, during, or after the act.

Hey, what are you doing with your hand?" Eli's voice came out high pitched in surprise, as she clutched at Rafe's shoulders.
"It's the best place for leverage if you're going to make that ladder."
"My ass? Really?"
"What can I say, I've done the math, factored in the weight and height ratios and your ass is definitely where I will gain the most leverage in lifting you.

Matias frowned. Damn, he'd had a vision of this gorgeous woman naked? He hadn't thought he could despise his memory loss any more than he did, but the hits kept on coming. Wait. The blonde had said vision... as in the future? "We're fated to have sex?"
"No!" Quinn shook her head so quickly and vehemently that her teeth all but rattled.
"You sure? You can't seem to stay away from me." He looked down at their close proximity.
"I knew I should have left you to rot in the psych ward strapped to that bed."
Matias frowned. He was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. "Kinky. Or is that another dream you had starring yours truly?

She'd been seconds away from kissing the man… no, throttling him, for his sheer audacity. "You expect me to bat my eyes and thrust my tits into some hairy creature's face and then run away like a giggling simpleton?"
"They only have the one eye under all that hair, and their eyesight is notoriously bad, so you can probably just keep your… tits where they are.

What happened?" He directed the question her way. Hadleigh shrugged, it seemed obvious to her. "I think I broke the pretty one.

You bought a prostitute on our date!

Goddess damn it, being a Siren quite literally sucked… she was a fricking straw for a ravenous rock.
Charisse grit her teeth in determination, unconsciously pulling up first one drooping sock, then the other… we'll just see about that bitch.

So it's important to know where you are in your cycle?"

"What?" She had no idea what the man was asking.

"The poltergeist!" Xander stated, then seeing her confusion carried on. "Are you ovulating?"

As the plane levelled out and the engine noise dropped abruptly stunned silence blanketed the jet, until Nate's voice sounded from the back of the plane. "Dude, one head injury wasn't enough for you this week?

...she was faced with an annoying, irritating Demon. One she wasn't allowed to kill. Unless she made it look like an accident. But she had a feeling that even the lazy heifers in the Legal Department would get suspicious if she wrote under cause of death; fell on my hatchets seventeen times.

Killing the Demon right now? What would she do with a decomposing Demon corpse stinking up the place, his blood ruining the carpets? Sure, she could use the fridge to store the corpse, but what about all the food?
Until she found a way out of this hell hole, the Demon would have to remain breathing. Damn it.
"I'm Galen by the way. Galen Darvyn."
And now she knew what name to carve on his tombstone, handy.

She was Darcy Montgomery, Southern Sanctuary Special Liaison, she fixed things. When people irritated her, well, she fixed them… she fixed them good. Or should that be, for good?