“He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. "Bad Chloe,” I muttered. "What?” I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. “Bad Chloe.” I gestured at the rolled-up paper and put out my hand. “Get it over with.” HandsPaperForgottenHearingNewspapersCarpetPuppyChloeBionics Author:Kelley Armstrong
“I moved up beside Jamie."I have to go." She frowned at me. "Where?" I pressed a hand to the bottom of my belly. "My bladder.It-" Ah." She gave a small laugh. "We interrupt this life-or-death situation for a pregnancy pee break. Don't see that in the movies, do you?” HandsSituationBreakLaughingMovedBottomThis LifePregnancyBellyJamieLife Or DeathBladder Author:Kelley Armstrong
“Was she telling you to stay away from me?" I asked. He paused, then said, "Yeah." He squeezed my hand out of Aunt Lauren's sight. "It's okay. We're good." Chloe and Derek” SaidHandsOkaySightYeahAuntChloeLaurenStay Away From Me Author:Kelley Armstrong
“Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look..." Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. "Leave your cloths on, Tori," Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. "Please.” LooksSaidHandsEyePleaseShirtsHis EyesBurnedT ShirtCollars Author:Kelley Armstrong
“I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--” FeelsFirstsHandsWantedFeltMetsLipsNecksPullingToes Author:Kelley Armstrong
“When Rae got back, she spread her empty hands wide and said "Okay, guess where I hid it." She even turned around for me, but I couldn't see a bulge big enough to hide a flashlight. With a grin, she reached down the front of her shirt into the middle of her bra, and pulled out a flashlight with flourish. I laughed. "Cleavage is great," she said. "Like an extra pocket.” SaidEnoughHandsBigsMiddleFrontsEmptyOkaySpreadWideShirtsExtrasPocketsLaughedBrasFlashlightsCleavageEmpty Hands Author:Kelley Armstrong
“When Liam stepped forward again, Derek's arm shot around me , a growl vibrating up from his stomach. Liam put his hand out toward me. When Derek tensed he pilled back, then did it again, testing his reaction, laughing when he got one, untill even Ramone started to laugh. "Check this out," Liam said. "I think the pup's got himself a mate. Isn't that the cutest thing?” ThinkingSaidHandsLaughingArmsShotsReactionsChecksStomachMatesTestingLiamRamonesPupsCutest Author:Kelley Armstrong
“Go out and ask her into the alley.” Clay looked at Jeremy as if he’d just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. “Just walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe say…I don’t know…something like ‘fifty bucks.’ ” I looked at Jeremy. “Does that sound right? Fifty?” His brows shot up. “Why are you asking me?” “I wasn’t—I just meant, as a general…” I threw up my hands. “How am I supposed to know how much a hooker costs?” IfsKnowsDoeHandsAsksBitsSoundWalksLaughingKnow HowCostShotsAskingFiftyClayBucksBrowsAlleysRumba Book:Broken Source: Broken
“Simon's walls were covered in what looked like pages ripped from a comic book, but when I squinted, I realized they were hand drawn. Some were black-and-white, but most were in full color, everything from character sketches to splash panels to full pages, done in a style that wasn't quite manga, wasn't quite comic book.” BookDoneCharacterHandsBlackWhiteStyleColorWallPagesI RealizedComicCoveredBlack And WhiteComic BookRipped Book:The Darkest Powers Series, Book 1: The Summoning Source: The Darkest Powers Series, Book 1: The Summoning
“He bent, lips coming to mine and — 'Derek? Chloe?' It was Kit, opening the back door. Derek let out a low growl. 'Never fails.' I turned to Kit. 'How is she?' 'We’re going to take her back to the house now. She’s unconscious again.' 'Then we’ll walk back,' Derek said. 'Give you room in the van to lay her down.' His dad agreed and went back inside. As we walked toward the steps, I looked down at Derek’s hand, holding mine. 'No one’s around,' he said. 'And we can take the back way.' 'Good,' I said, and entwined my fingers with his.” WayGivingSaidHandsHouseWalksRoomsStepsFailingDoorsMinesDadLowsLaysFingersLipsOpeningUnconsciousBentVansChloeBack DoorsEntwinedHand Holding Author:Kelley Armstrong
“I didn't need to be rescued." "Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.” NeedsHandsSorrySockPuppets Book:No Humans Involved Source: No Humans Involved
“All right, then. Emergency medical situation, take two.” He leaped to his feet, staggered, keeled over, then lifted his head weakly. “Chloe? Is that you?” He coughed. “Do you have my insulin?” I placed it in his outstretched hand. “You saved my life,” he said. “How can I ever repay you?” “Undying servitude sounds good. I like my eggs scrambled.” He held up a piece of fruit. “Would you settle for a bruised apple?” I laughed.” SaidTwoHandsSoundSituationPiecesFeetFruitMedicalSavedSettlingApplesEggsLaughedEmergenciesServitudeChloeBruisedInsulin Author:Kelley Armstrong
“He lifted his brows. "If I really thought it was the absolute best thing for our kids, you'd have had a battle on your hands. That was just a debate." "With chair-throwing." "Heated debate. Fights involve chair-breaking. Chair-throwing is just getting your attention.” IfsHandsKidsFightingAttentionBattleAbsolutesDebateBest ThingsChairsThrowingBrows Author:Kelley Armstrong
“Still sitting, he reached out and pulled me toward him. We stayed there, looking at each other, his hand still wrapped in my shirt hem, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. when I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one army going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.” IfsThinkingHeartStillsHardHandsFallHalfBloodFrontsMy HeartSittingOkayEarsArmyBurningKneesShirtsCheeksLapHem Author:Kelley Armstrong
