“It's funny," she said, with a strange hitch in her voice, "but I never wanted to be tied to anyone. Never wanted to be owned or to belong to another person. But now I realize that belonging with someone is completely different. I belong with you, Con." "And I with you." He kissed her, sealing them together with a bond she didn't mind, and one that would never be broken.” MindPersonsSaidDifferentWantedTogetherVoiceRealizingStrangeBrokenBelongingTied Author:Larissa Ione
“What's going on?" Kynan asked Luc smiled, which was little more than a baring of his teeth. "She's a warg. She knows I know, but I'm guessing her human buddies don't know. She's afraid I'll tell." "Are you going to?" "That depends." "On what?" Luc's voice dropped an octave. "Whether or not she gives me what I want." "And that is?" "Fifteen minutes. Naked." "That's blackmail." Luc snorted. "Wargs call it negotiation." "So you want fifteen minutes...what will she want?" "With me?" Luc winked. "Two hours.” KnowsWantGivingHumansLittlesTwoVoiceHoursMinutesDependsGive MeTeethNakedFifteenNegotiationBuddyGuessingBlackmail Author:Larissa Ione
“Okay, boys.” Pestilence's grating voice rang out. “Kill the human and the mutt, and let's get this Apocalypse started!” HumansVoiceBoysOkayApocalypsePestilenceMutts Book:Eternal Rider: Number 1 in series Source: Eternal Rider: Number 1 in series
“I'll listen to you, but you need to treat me with a little respect. Because it doesn't sound like I'm a pawn. Sounds like I'm more of a queen." A vein in his temple began to throb, and she grew bolder, the sense of power emanating from the mark on her chest filing her with the mettle she'd lost after the break-in two years ago. Lowering her voice to a tense whisper, she nipped his earlobe. "Checkmate.” NeedsYearsLittlesTwoLostSoundVoiceBreakGrewYears AgoTreatsMarkQueensTemplesTwo YearsChestsVeinsTensePawnsFilingTwo Years AgoMettleCheckmate Author:Larissa Ione
“His gaze slammed into hers. 'I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.' He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. 'Never,' she rasped.” VoiceForgetEmotionLove YouLeavingNever ForgetThroatForget Me Book:Ecstasy Unveiled: Number 4 in series Source: Ecstasy Unveiled: Number 4 in series
“His voice was low and rough … “What about you? Do you like bad boys?” “There’s definitely appeal,” she breathed. “Good,” He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … “Because they don’t come badder than me.” VoiceBoysLowsTeethAppealsRoughBentBad Boy Author:Larissa Ione
