“I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall.” StillsHandsBehindsWallShouldersWristsGripping Author:Kim Harrison
“Pierce jerked his hand from Trent and pushed himself straight. “Kalamack Industries,” he said, expression twisted as he wiped his hand on his pants. “I knew your father.” “I do not freaking believe this,” I said, shifting to stand where I could see both of them. Al beamed. “Amazing who you can meet in an elevator.” BelieveSaidHandsFatherExpressionIndustryAlsPantsTwistedShiftingPierceElevators Author:Kim Harrison
“His attitude, though always bad, has changed since he helped me prep the Pandora charm for Morgan. He thinks I'm falling for her, as ridiculous as that sounds, and he might be tempted to take matters into his hands.” ThinkingMatterHandsMightFallSoundAttitudeChangedRidiculousCharmTemptedPrepsPandoraTrent Kalamack Author:Kim Harrison
“Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. “Welcome back, my itchy witch.” SaidHandsThreeBlackFeetPaperStandingMoodWelcomeReachingAlsWitchSparkleItchyJovialWelcome Back Author:Kim Harrison
“You need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches. "You're not coming?" Lifting the brim of his cap, he eyed me, "You want me to?" he asked blandly. "Not really, no." He dropped the brim and laced his hands over his middle. "Then why are you bitching? It's a crime scene, not a grocery store.” WantNeedsSaidHandsEyeSunMiddleCrimeSceneBallsStoresHis EyesBranchesWant MeLiftingCapsGroceriesFrostYou Want MeGrocery Stores Author:Kim Harrison
“Get your hand off me,” I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. “I’m a professional, not some distraught girlfriend.” Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene.” WellsHandsVoiceCrimeSceneLoudGirlfriendMisplacedDistraught Author:Kim Harrison
“God, it stinks,” I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. “It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.” HumansLongSaidHandsStepsResourcesNosesAlsWitchBureaucracyHuman ResourcesStinkLadItchy Author:Kim Harrison
“Ford put a hand to his head. “Back up. Back up!” he cried. “You’re too close.” Heart pounding, I looked at the eight feet between us and pressed into the fridge. “I think he meant for the ghost to back up,” Jenks said dryly.” ThinkingHeartSaidHandsFeetEightGhostCriedFridgesHeart Pounding Author:Kim Harrison
“Where did he go!” he bellowed, gloved hands clenching. “I had him in a snare that would take Alexander the Great a lifetime to untwist, and he did it in a week!” Al took a step, pinwheeling as his booted heel found an ice cube.” HandsFoundStepsWeekLifetimeIceAlsHeelsSnaresCubes Author:Kim Harrison
“Jenks kept me alive for two years through two death threats, a crazy banshee, and at least two serial killers. Its about time I return the favor! And if I can't, then I can sit by his bed and hold his hand as he dies, 'cause I've had plenty of practice doing that, too!” IfsYearsI CanTwoHandsDiesCausesPracticeAliveCrazyReturnBedThreatFavorsPlentyTwo YearsKillersSerialsSerial KillerBanshees Author:Kim Harrison
“This is about Ku’Sox, isn’t it,” I said, more of a statement than a question. He made a sighing groan, and I knew it was. “Then you’ve met,” he said, his thoughts clearly on the day-walking demon. “Funny, you don’t look dead.” His hand touched my chin, shifting it so he could see where I’d been pixed, the blisters itchy and red. “I’m surprised you survived the little designer dump. I nearly didn’t.” LooksLittlesMadeSaidHandsWalkingMetsRedStatementsDesignerDemonTouchedSurvivedShiftingChinsDumpBlistersItchy Author:Kim Harrison
“Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her.” HeartHandsEyeFeltRoomsEmotionMinesBabyMy HeartTinyWarmthSurprisingScentShockingPowderCinnamonTiny Hands Author:Kim Harrison
“No exclusive,” I said aloud, watching Al for his opinion and seeing him shake his head and hold his hands out in a “bigger” gesture. He didn’t even know how large the offer was, and he thought I could get one bigger.” KnowsSaidHandsOpinionKnow HowSeeingOffersBiggerShakesAlsGesturesExclusive Author:Kim Harrison
“What are you doing now?" Al questioned "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is. My expression went blank, and Trent hesitated. He looked at me, and I put a hand to my mouth, face flaming. "Oh. My. God. Trent. I'm sorry" "Um" Trent said, clearly at a loss. "Call me tomorrow," Al said seriously, "I've got a curse that will take care of that. Unless you like the snake in a turtleneck look” IfsLooksSaidHandsCareFacesLossGoneSeeingExpressionTomorrowMouthsSorryTake CareCurseCall MeAlsBlankI'm SorrySnakesCircumcisionTurtlenecks Author:Kim Harrison
“Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind.” TryingMindLooksHandsRunningVoiceSexyAlsThroatResolute Author:Kim Harrison
“With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other.” FeelsFeelingsBodyHandsWantedMinesHairMetsPressureMovedWineRoseFingersLipsBreathingGentleWarmthNot AfraidScentRelaxedStrandsTastingMinglingTrent Kalamack Author:Kim Harrison
