This is insane," I said blankly. "I'm the instrument of an all-powerful primordial deity's wave of chaos and destruction."
"That's kind of extreme" said Dante jovially. "It's not like you work for Google or anything.
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You should make her call you ‘Miss Georgina,’” added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. “Or at least ‘ma’am.’”
Niphon’s presence and Jerome’s lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. “I’m not doing any mentoring. She’s so gungho to take on the world’s male population, she doesn’t even need me.”
The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air.
"This isn’t funny,” I said.
"Sure it is,” said Cody.
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This is a, uh, friendship ring right?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. If I propose, you’ll know it. For one thing, I’ll be hyperventilating.” A sly smile—surprisingly sexy—turned up his lips. “And it’ll be a ruby.”
“Rubies? No diamonds? Too expensive for the old writer’s salary, huh?”
He made a disparaging grunt at that. “No, I just think diamonds are common, that’s all. If I get married, it’ll be because something uncommon is occurring. Besides, you wear a lot of red, right? I know how important it is for your accessories to match.
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And you work for that demon, right? The one who looks like Matthew Broderick?”
“John Cusack,” I corrected. “He looks like John Cusack.”
“Whatever.
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John Cusack is standing over there.”
I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed.
“That’s not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.”
“Seriously?”
“Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.”
“Keyword: looked. That guy doesn’t look like him. That guy is him.
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Seth was a wonderful kisser. He gave the kind of kisses that melted into your mouth and filled you with sweetness. They were like cotton candy.
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What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?”
Hugh and I exchanged glances. “That’s an excellent question,” I said dryly.
Peter looked startled. “Was it you?” he asked Hugh.
“No,” said the imp. “It was Carter.”
“Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?” asked Cody.
“Yup. The irony isn’t lost on me
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Ooh. Top secret angel business, huh? What’re you going to do? Dance on a pinhead? Lobby for National Cute Puppy Day?
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Hey, big spender,” I said.
He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill.
“Hugh,” I said. “Don’t insult me.”
With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap.
“Hey, Seth,” Cody suddenly said.
I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face.
“Hey,” he said, studying me. “So…you’re paying for dinner?
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Feminist,” he said, clearly amused. “Next you’ll be telling us you hate men.”
She gave him a blank look. “I only hate stupid men who don’t actually understand what ‘feminist’ means.”
He laughed. “You run into a lot of men like that?”
“All the time.”
“Really?”
“Even as we speak, Nick.”
“Oh no she didn’t,” said Peter. I groaned.
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