Try not to think too often, you'll only hurt yourself
Jeaniene FrostI’d heard Bones threaten to beat someone with their own limb before, but I’d always assumed that was a figure of speech. Apparently not.
Jeaniene Frost…well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage.
Jeaniene FrostMots clés humor
Kitten, your hands are heaven and your eyes are my home.
Jeaniene FrostMots clés love
No matter what happens, you will never lose me, I am forever yours, Kitten, in this life or the next.
Jeaniene FrostMots clés fidelity
See?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?”
A snort preceded his response. “Keep dreaming, pet.
Mots clés humor
Are you having performance issues?” I asked in surprise. “Bite your tongue,” Vlad said, with a snort. “I was seeing if Dermot understood sign language, but from the look on his face, it seems not.
Jeaniene FrostDenise clung to the feel of his hands as she pushed at her panic. It's okay. You're safe...and this has got to be the ugliest couch ever.
Jeaniene FrostShe seemed to be a nice person, too, instead of a homicidal bitch like his former wife. Otherwise, the world should fear. When Mencheres fell for a woman, he fell hard. If Kira asked for her own continent as a birthday present, Mencheres would probably have one conquered for her before she blew out her candles.
Jeaniene FrostMots clés humor
What the hell was that?” I gasped. “Premature inflammation,” he replied. “Happens sometimes. Very embarrassing. I don’t like to talk about it.
Jeaniene FrostMots clés vlad night-huntress
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