Ilona Andrews is the pen name of Ilona Gordon and Andrew Gordon, an American husband-and-wife duo who write urban fantasy and romantic fiction together.
Hold your horses. I'm coming. ". . . "From where I'm standing you're just breathing laboriously. " The snow swam out of focus. "Breathing hard. Are you coming or just breathing hard. You've got to get your one-liners straight.
I'm counting to ten in my head. " "Is it helping?" "No. " "It doesn't help me with you either. I used to life weights to alleviate frustration, but someone blowtorched my weight bench. How did you do it, by the way?" "I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.
I lied. I need your help. " "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?
A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.
It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.
Kaldar smiled at her. Now there was a work of art. If she were just a girl and he were just a man, and they met at a party, that smile would've guaranteed him a date. The man was hot. There was no doubt. But right now, all it would get him was a solid punch in those even teeth. Audrey laughed. "Aren't you sweet? Tell me, do girls usually throw their panties at you when you do that?" He grinned wider, and she glimpsed the funny evil spark in his eyes. "Do men throw money when you do your little Southern belle?
Some people had attack dogs. Ghastek had attack lawyers.
We need a barn or one of those storage areas for the Broken vehicles. " "A garage?" He gave her a short nod. "A private, relatively remote location, with thick walls to dampen the sound and preferably a sturdy door I could bolt from the inside, keeping your grandmother, your brothers, and all other painfully annoying spectators out. . . " Rose began to laugh. A make-out bunker. . . "I'm glad you find our dilemma hilarious.
Ask a man how much a dollar is worth, and he'll tell you, 'Almost nothing. ' Try to take a dollar away from him, and you'll get yourself a fight.
Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?
When in doubt, poke the beehive with a stick to see if anything interesting flies out. I clapped my hands. 'I had no idea Pit teams had such pretty cheerleaders. Can you do it again, but with more spirit this time?
This doesn't mean you're getting a discount. " Audrey heaved a mock sigh. "Oh well. I guess I'll have to ply you with sexual favors, then. " Gnome choked on the soup. "I'm old enough to be your grandfather!" Audrey winked at him, gathering the empty bags. "But you're not.
. . . they tended towards the simple pleasures in life: drinking, whoring and fighting, preferably all three at once.
I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.
The heavy eyelids snapped open. Jack froze. A huge gold-and-amber eye, as big as a dinner plater, stared at him. The dark pupil shrank, focusing. Jack stood very still. The colossal head turned, the scaled lip only three feet from Jack. The golden eyes gazed at him, wirling with fiery color. Jack breathed in tiny, shallow breaths. Dont blink. Don't blink. . . Two gusts of wind erutped from the wyvern's nostrils Jack jumped straight up, bounced off the ground into another jump, and scrambled up the nearest tree. In the clearing, Gaston bent over, guffawing like an idiot. 'It's not funny!
You're problem is, you underestimate me because I'm a woman.
You’re the most experienced investigator I’ve got who’s not tied up in something, and I can’t ask the Consort to look look into it, because A) she and Curran are working on something else and B) when the Consort gets involved, half of the world blows up.
It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?
If I lose control, you'll be the first to know. " "I'm quite perturbed by the idea.
Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.