Vonnie Davis Quotes

What is about to happen between us will be two people making love." A kiss on the side of her neck sent an arrow of hot desire to her core. "Few both of us, 'twill be a first."
"I... I'm no virgin, Creigh."
He puffed a burst of laughter. "Hell, neither am I. Far from it. Knowing the mechanics will heighten our pleasure, but it's the love, leannan, that will bind us.

She leaned her uninjured shoulder against his plump, furry behind and shoved while she bitched to herself, "Four years at the military academy, two years at Kansas State University, survival camp in the swamps of Alabama, more schooling in Florida, and then torture endurance training with the Mossad and all so I could heave a bear's ass into a helicopter. Unfreaking real.

Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

I told Bryce if he left without me, I'd turn his pecker into a snail." She arched an eyebrow at Ronan. "Do you have any objection to my riding along?"
His hand went to his crotch. "No, ma'am, none at all.

Tell me about Bryce, Sparrow." Effie bit into a cookie and aimed blue eyes her way.
She shrugged.
"What's to tell? He's the youngest of the Matheson brothers, but then maybe ye ken that since yer granddaughter is married to the eldest."
"No. Tell me about your relationship with him and how you ended up with his muddy hand prints on your boobs. I'm betting that story is a barn burner.

Being a bear brings us more freedom." He tilted his glass and swallowed its contents. "Sometimes I'd sooner stay a bear.

Her gaze feasted on his cock, which was a turn on in itself. "There's nothing tiny about you, is there?

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?

Hello."
He smiled and snuggled into his pillow. "Is this the voice mail of the beautiful Kenzie Denune or the real thing?"
"Well, Highlander, ye just happen to be in luck tonight."
He wanted to tell her if he was in luck, he'd be inside her right now...

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The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.

Sex and love are what make the world go round. It's the heart of poetry and music.

I intend to make love to you. Fast and furious the first time. Slow and sensual the second." He smiled against her neck. "Gentleman that I am, I'll let ye decide on how ye want the third.

Confucius say woman should never speak for man." He bit her jaw, working his way toward her mouth.
She tapped his shoulder, "What does he say about a crowd watching?"
Boyd gazed over his shoulder and then glanced back with an evil smile, Confucius say fuck 'em."
And he kissed her long and hard.

In early cultures, it was thought pearls were born when a single raindrop fell from the heavens and became the heart of the oyster. For me, ye have become the pearl, the beat of me heart. The sapphires and emeralds signify me tartan and how I will always surround ye with love, Creigh.

His head tilted to the side and humor twinkled in his dark eyes. "Turn yer back."
'Are you shy? What's wrong, big guy? Afraid to show me your Scottish bagpipe? Are ye built like a moose and hung like a mouse?

The family who naps together stays together.

One arm encircled her waist and scooted her bottom against his groin; then he leaned over so his lips were against her ear. "'Tis odd how what starts out bad can end up so fukin' good.

He splayed his fingers in her hair and stared at her for a few moments. "I'm giving in to the need to do what I wanted the minute I saw ye exit the Land Rover with the Scottish gales blowing about yer golden hair."
"What?"
"I'm going to kiss ye.

Please dinna tell me ye are taking a bath...naked...because I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about watching ye."
"Isna that how one takes a bath? Naked?

What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?"
"Petty Male Shit," she yelled.

His head lowered and his breath feathered over her face. "Ye belong to me, Kenzie Denune - every passionate, stunning part of ye. Me, Colleen, and our entire family, we all need ye." His lips moved against hers as he spoke. "But mainly, me, for ye fit against me, every delectable inch, outside and in." Then his lips covered hers and took control.

That girl seemed awful nice. If that bastard did anything to her, I've got a crowbar in my trunk that'll fit might fine up that moron's ass.

Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.

She slapped his shoulder. "You... you go down to breakfast, Gram. I'll be there as soon as I shower and dress."
"Have you been exercising? You sound out of breath."
Creighton buried his face in a pillow, his body shaking with laughter.
Gram knocked on the door. "Do you have a man in there with you?"
"No, Gram..."
He pushed himself off the pillow and sat, his large hands sweeping dark hair away from his face. "Aye, she bloody well does."
Clapping sounded from the other side of the door followed by Gram's bellowing "Born to be Wild.

He held his crotch, his knees bent and his kilt showing he wore nothing beneath it.
She shuffled from one foot to the other as she stared at his Scottish bagpipe. Bet he could hit a lot of high notes with that thing. "You...you startled me when you grabbed me like that."
"Well, ye needna be afraid now. I couldna molest ya, even if I wanted to, which I dinna.I'm betting foreplay with ye would be like grabbing hold of an electrical wire while sitting in a tub of water." He groaned and cussed some more. "Hell, I bet yer vagina is lined with shark's teeth.

Her breathing hitched and his all but seized in his lungs for the want of her, the taste of her, the feel of her under his hands. His lips whispered against the curve of hers, where her cheek ended and her very sexy mouth began.

Quick! What aisle are the douches in? I've got three bitches at the beach cottage and they all stick to high heaven."...
"You do carry Massengill, don't you? That's the best brand, according to my research."
"Ah..." What kind of man researches douches? A man who goes to bed with three women...
"Would you mind checking your inventory in the back? I'll need more."
"I'm not allowed to leave the register, but I'll be happy to page our stock boy."
Douche-man grunted and flipped the package around. "It's gonna take at least two boxes for Loa. She's big. Got wide hips. Skinny legs, though. Kinda like a twenty-gallon tank on toothpicks.

Havna ye heard how the ancient Greeks associated sparrows with Aphrodite, the goddess of love?"...
"Och, 'tis no story. 'Tis the truth I give: When sparrows mated, it was due to their abandoned nature." His head inclined so he could whisper a kiss to her neck, sending shivers from her shoulders to the soles of her feet. "Even Chaucer and Shakespeare wrote about the sparrow's lustful conduct.

While we're out shopping this afternoon, maybe we can find a Scottish man for me." Effie waggled her eyebrows. "I know just the size I want.

Paisley shivered. "So much for a relaxing stroll before dinner. Wait 'til I tell Gram about this. We've landed smack dab in the middle of the Scottish Twilight Zone.

Ice Man, his friends had called him. She'd give him a different nickname, like Sex on a Stick or Horny Toad.

Now Creighton, he's a different kind of man, altogether."
"We'll only be here a short while, Gram. Don't go wild with your imaginings."
"One never knows. Did I tell you I love his aura?"
Paisley rolled her eyes.
"Last night while we watched old cowboy movies, he watched you. Couldn't you feel his heated gaze? He looked at you like you were the last drumstick in the box and he was a starving man.

In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme.
"With one blue eye to rule the sky,
An eye of brown controls the ground;
Magic swirls within our souls,
Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic,
To protect the weak from evil's effect,
Elements guide us, ever bind us.
A band of witches scattered wide
From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.

Pretend mic in hand, she danced into the bedroom, singing Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy." She executed a few dance steps she'd read about in books on modern dance. Losing herself to the groove of the music, she swayed and gyrated as she belted out the lyrics. She toed off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans, bending to slip them over her feet...
"I'm thinking this is a sight and a sound I could get used to.

That's a dead flower she'd holding. How's it gonna look cute?" Flash glanced back again and shook his head. "Man, it's beyond dead. I've got Legos with more life than that plant."
"That's why everyone calls Emily Black Thumb, because she somehow kills every plant she gets.

The bear in him roared. Take! He backed her against the wall, his arms caging her there. "Is that so, lassie?" Chest to chest, thigh to thigh, his gaze bore into her shocked eyes. "Aye, ye'd do well to be afraid of me, for I want ye naked beneath me like I've never wanted another woman before.

Gram, you should have been a romance writer." Creighton wasn't her soul mate. The man was probably just lonely, living in such a remote area.
"You know, I might just give that a try. Just think, Effie Munro, erotic-romance author pens "hawt" stories from her beautiful Scottish estate.

If Scotsmen truly didn't wear anything under their kilts, she bet his equipment was frozen solid.

If ye place yer hand in mine, ye're saying yes to all I plan to do to ye" - he jerked his chin to the Oriental rug ---" here on the floor in front of the hearth. I will love ye like no man in yer past ever has and like no man in yer future would ever dare to try. For ye are mine, beloved, and from this moment until our last, a part of us will belong to the other.

A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear!

The denim lovingly cupped his manhood as if it were precious cargo.
Effie elbowed her. "Oh, the man saunters like walking sin, doesn't he?

Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.