One of these days you're going to wake up," William finally said, "and I will have shaved you, Everywhere." (Paris) "Won't make a difference. Women will still want me.
Gena ShowalterBy the way, only a real man can accept his feminine side."
"I don't know who fed you that line of garbage, but I can promise she's laughing at you right now.
Tag: humour
Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine.
Gena ShowalterAnya, the minor goddess of Anarchy? A woman who had more balls than most men—because she’d cut them off the guys stupid enough to get in her way and kept them as souvenirs.
Gena ShowalterParis, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.
Gena ShowalterCome on, baby.” Paris combed his fingers through her hair. “Look past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly.”
She snorted. “I’d argue the hideous looks part.”
“But not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby.
That’s my cousin, dickwad,” Agent Jaxon Tremain said from Hector’s left.
Had Whacky Jacky been next to Dallas, he would have drilled his knuckles into the guy’s bicep.
“Watch your mouth.”
“By watch my mouth do you mean I should invite your cuz back to my place for a game of Hide the Magic Wand, or my new personal fave, Puff on the Magic Dragon?” Dallas asked conversationally.
“And I know what you’re thinking. I’m really into wizardry these days. Well, you’re right.” Hector gave a rusty bark of laughter. He hadn’t observed Dallas in this good a mood in a long time.
A low growl escaped Jaxon. “I meant I’d scoop out your liver with a spoon, you idiot!”
“Sterling silver or plastic?” Hector asked. In their line of work, details were important.
Besides, he liked being part of their banter.
Tag: gena-showalter alien-huntress hector dark-taste-of-rapture
Then she looked away, dismissing him as if she’d found him to be substandard.
All right, then. She didn’t find him attractive. Good.
In fact, he kept his head shaved to a glossy shine for just that reason. He was a man willing to do anything to discourage feminine attention.
Because yeah, females could be vanity hounds and most preferred their dates to have hair. Black, blond, red, it didn’t matter, as long as the locks were thick and lustrous.
And here was a news flash for little
Miss Giggles: when he allowed his to grow, it was dark brown, nearly jet, with hints of gold and worthy of a fucking lion.
Tag: gena-showalter alien-huntress hector dark-taste-of-rapture
Impossible. I merely brought the essentials. Clothes, my favorite boots, face cream, makeup, a few books to read, a couple cans of caviar, lingerie, and my coffeepot.
Plus a few other things a girl like me just can’t live without but can’t mention in mixed company because it would be indelicate. You know, because they’re sexual.”
- at “lingerie,” Hector and Dallas had stood a little straighter. At “sexual,” they’d moaned. Jaxon punched them both in the back of the head.
Tag: gena-showalter alien-huntress hector dark-taste-of-rapture
Problem was, he couldn’t masturbate his sexual desires away because he’d fry off his cock." Hector
Gena ShowalterTag: funny alien-huntress hector
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