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.
No, you’re not going with him. ” I crossed my arms. “Who decided that?” He put on his “I’m alpha and I’m putting my foot down” expression. “I decided.
Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.
Where is Barbie?" The female shifter snickered and choked it off. "Is there a stripper pole?
Now Julie could stay here, in the Keep full of homicidal maniacs who grew teeth the size of switchblades and erupted into a violent frenzy when threatened.
I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car. " Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.
Everyone had a weakness. It was the law of nature that for each being there was a predator, or a disease, or a vulnerability built into their very core.
Oh, Gods. " His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. "The name's William. It's a common mistake.
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.
Men and swords. My father said that if you put any able-bodied man, no matter how peaceful, into a room with a sword and a practice dummy and leave him alone, eventually the man would pick up the sword and try to stab the dummy. It is human nature.
The human body is an amazing organism. It can go from dead tired to completely alert in a terrified blink.
You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose. . . ?" "Oh, Gods. " Ignata blinked. "You think something could be wrong down there?" All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet shirt back on his back, which required him to flex, raising his arms. "That would be a shame," Cerise murmured.
If a man takes you to a restaurant of his choosing, don’t compliment him. Rave about the quality of the food and he’ll be thrilled, because he took you there.
It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.
Julie was an issue riding on an issue and using a third issue for a whip.
There are only two things that can screw this up for us: you and me. " "Then we're doomed for sure.
Every handsome man had a flaw. It was just her luck that in William's case that flaw was lunacy.
. . . That would be like stepping in front of a moving train and saying, 'Hey, honey, come stand next to me. '" I hopped off the wall and stood next to him. "Anytime. " He just looked at me. "I've never killed a train before. It might be fun to try.
We have to get the Diamond. And Cesare’s head. ” They looked at me. “Why the head?” Doolittle asked. “Because it’s easy to carry and I can torture it for a long time. ” And I didn’t just say it out loud, did I? I checked their faces. Yep, I did.
Why could nothing with Kate be simple? Why couldn’t Jim ever just come by to tell me that he had bowled a perfect game or benched a personal best. Maybe finally asked that weird tiger girl out.
She could've stared into those eyes for a thousand years and never noticed the time passing by.