Dixie, every party is an orgy waiting to happen." Nix opened her mouth, then closed it, dragging Naomi and Mari away. "Well, you can't argue with reason, can you?

— Kresley Cole

Don't get Missy with me leech." With a glare, Narrow pressed her print to his torque. "Even tapped out, I can still do a love spell to make you fall in love--with the sun.

— Kresley Cole

Emma convinced herself she'd lost him because she was fast. She was also adept at convincing herself of things that might not be - good at pretending. She could pretend she took classes at night by choice, and that blushing didn't make her thirsty-- A vicious growl sounded. Her eyes widened, but she didn't turn back, just sprinted across the field. She felt claws sink into her ankle a second before she was dragged to the muddy ground and thrown onto her back. A hand covered her mouth, though she'd been trained not to scream." Never run from one such as me." Her attacker didn't sound human. "You will no' get away. And we like it." His voice was guttural like a beast's, breaking, yet his accent was... Scottish?

— Kresley Cole

Emma turned to him, bottom lip trembling. “For me?” “Always for you. All things for you. He coughed into his fist “All your own.

— Kresley Cole

Evangeline," he sighed. "It ain't ever goal to be easy with you, is it?

— Kresley Cole

Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop--

— Kresley Cole

Gods, I love it when you talk math to me.

— Kresley Cole

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister!" She briefly covered her mouth. "He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private." Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. "As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.

— Kresley Cole

He pointed a shaking finger at her. 'You,' he growled. She jerked glances over both of her shoulders looking for the unfortunate You was addressing. Her. Holy white, this madman had settled on her.

— Kresley Cole

He sat up, going still. “Am I wearing a wife-beater, Lizette?” He gaped down. “Oh, come on!” Lothaire

— Kresley Cole