#bar

See?" I crowed. "I know what I'm doing. Two weeks, tops, and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake." "You think?" It took me about a second before I realized I'd done it again. My mouth seriously needed a chaperone. ↗

— Elise Allen

#humor #teens #humor

The road ahead is unknown to all. I cannot offer you wisdom or guidance. Only the promise that I will never leave you. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#love #promise #rift #love

My point is... he loves you. I mean it's obvious to everyone how much he cares for you, but I was hoping he didn't really love you, not like that―not like I saw when he held you that night. Like your pain was his and he would do anything in the world for you, to protect you... All I have to say is that he's the most amazing person I've ever met, and I'd give anything for someone to love me like that, so you'd better deserve him, Emma. ~ Analise ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#rebecca-donovan #the-breathing-series #love

I don't believe in virgin sacrifice. It encourages promiscuity at an early age ↗

— Adrianne Ambrose

#barbarian #comedy #fantasy #parody #age

Had he stood outside my door as I'd stood outside his, fists at his sides, lips drawn back? Did it have him as bad as it had me? Was it eating at him, gnawing at him with the same sharp vicious little teeth that wouldn't let me sleep? Yes, it was. I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read. I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#fever-series #mac #lust

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen-marie-moning #mac #mac

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen #mac #marie #moning

You choose what you can live with, and what you can't live without. ↗

— jericho barrons

#jericho-barrons #mac #mackayla-lane #mac

Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#fever-series #mac #mac

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla-lane #love