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“Thirty-six.' My eyes fluttered open. 'What?' 'Freckles,' he said, his cheeks... pinker than usual. 'You have thirty-six of them on your face.' That strange, whirring sensation surged through my chest. 'You actually counted them?' 'I did,' Ash rocked back. 'I did the first day you were here. I counted them again to make sure I was correct. I was.' He fixed the loosened tie of my robe. 'I really hope there's no doubt left when it comes to my interest in you.' 'There's not.' 'Good.”

“But there's something I want to make clear. You didn't do anything wrong to cause me not to fulfil the deal.' I opened my eyes. 'Because you changed your mind and simply had no need of a Consort?' 'Especially not one who stabs me,' he remarked. I frowned at the hint of teasing in his voice. 'Are you going to bring that up continuously?' 'Every chance I get.' 'Great,' I muttered, rolling my eyes despite the rising curiosity. 'Now I wish I'd stabbed you harder.' 'That's rude.' 'Some would consider leaving your Consort to be abandoned on a throne for three years rude,' I retorted. 'But what do I know?”

“How are you keeping your guest distracted in your office? With stimulating conversation and your ample charm?' His smile turned as cold as his fury. 'As I'm sure you remember, my charm is very ample.' My cheeks heated. 'I've been trying to forget your overinflated charm.' 'Was it not you who just referred to it as ample?' His eyes flashed a deep quicksilver.”

“I feel like I also have to let you know that one of the reasons I can't sleep is because I keep looking at the damn doors to your bedchambers.' My gaze shot back to him. 'And then I lay there wondering why in the hell I placed your chambers beside mine. Sounded like a good idea,' he said, and my stomach rolled. 'Now I'm not so sure. Because I spent far too much time thinking that all I had to do was walk a couple of feet and that chamber wouldn't be empty. You'd be there.' The tripping sensation turned into a falling one. 'And that is a bad thing?' 'Undecided.' I laughed, looking away. 'Well, I feel that I should let you know that I too was staring at those damn doors, and I'm only a few feet away and...' 'And what?' Shadows gathered in his voice. 'And I don't mind engaging in bad ideas,' I told him. Ash chuckled. 'You wouldn't, would you?' I grinned as I tugged the edges of the throw up to my chin. 'I am particularly talented at engaging in bad ideas.”

“I have never seen him sleep so deeply. Not even when he was just a babe. The slightest sound would wake him." Surprise rippled through me as the hand under mine remained relaxed and still. "You knew him then?" I asked, completely unable to picture Ash as a babe. "I knew his parents. I called them my friends, and I call Ash one of my own," he answered, head straightening. His gaze caught mine and held it. "I think I will call you one of my own." "Because you've given him peace.”

“It stung,' he growled, head straightening. 'Deeply.' 'Sorry?' His chin lowered. 'You are not sorry.' I actually was. Sort of. 'You grabbed me.' 'Do you stab everyone who grabs you?' 'Yes!' I exclaimed. 'Especially when I'm in a home with a dead body and someone grabs me from behind without any warning!”

“And you, liessa, are very brave.' His thumb moved, sweeping over the curve of my jaw. 'But, sometimes, one can be too brave.' The dusky silkiness of his words wrapped around me. 'To the point it borders on foolishness. And you know what I've found about the foolishly brave? There's a reason they often rush to greet death instead of having the wisdom to run from it. What is your reason?' he asked. 'What drowns out that fear and pushes you to run so eagerly toward death?”

“Did you kill that man?' Smoothing out the skirts of the gown, I crossed my ankles. 'I believe he slipped and fell upon my blade.' 'Was it his throat that fell upon your blade?' 'Odd, right?' 'Odd, indeed.' Ezra tilted her head to the side as she stared blankly at me. 'That happens quite often around you.' 'Unfortunately,' I arched a brow at my stepsister. 'Men with careless fists should be more mindful of where they step.' A faint smile appeared on Ezra's face. 'You know, you do frighten me a little.' I turned to the carriage window as we rolled down the sunny street. 'I know.”

“What will you do, my lady?' Moonlight kissed the apple of his cheekbone as he tilted his head once more. 'You have no shadowstone dagger to threaten me with.' 'I don't need a dagger,' I said, my voice thready. 'And I'm not a lady.' His head straightened. 'No, I imagine not, considering you're nude in a lake with an unfamiliar man, whose lip you bit upon meeting, and have seen the bare backs of many sailors. I was only being polite.' My lip curled at the presumed insult. I knew I should let it go. Keep my mouth shut, but I didn't. I hadn't in three years, and my inability to do so had grown and festered into an incurable disease. The kind that provoked further, dangerous recklessness. 'What I am is a Princess who is nude in a lake with an unfamiliar man and has seen the bare backs of men,' I told him, speaking the forbidden. 'And you, with each passing moment, are getting closer to no longer having the ability to see anyone's unmentionable places ever again.”

“I'm still not afraid of you,' I replied, briefly glancing down. There was only a minor bit of relief when I saw several pale strands of hair plastered to my chest. They didn't hide nearly enough, but it was better than nothing. 'Well, I'm a little afraid of you,' he said, and he was somehow closer without seeming to have moved. He wasn't even a foot from me now, and an icy heat radiated from him, pressing against my flesh. His closeness heightened the sensitivity of every inch of skin. 'You want to claw my eyes out.”

“I sat back, crossing my arms. 'Why are you even here? You could've left once you realised I was okay.' 'I could've left, but like I said before, it would be incredibly rude to leave someone unconscious on the ground,' he returned. 'Well, aren't I lucky that you're a polite pervert?' Ash laughed, low and smoky. 'Why haven't you left, liessa?”

“I'm not sure why I'm still here talking to you.' 'Perhaps you feel indebted to me since I watched over you while you were unconscious.' 'I was unconscious for a few moments. It's not like you stood guard for endless hours.' 'I am quite important. Those moments felt like hours.' 'I do not like you,' I said. He eyes shifted to mine, and that curve of his lips remained. 'But you see, you do. That's why you're still here and no longer threatening to claw my eyes out.' I snapped my mouth shut. Ash winked. 'The clawing of the eyes could still happen,' I warned him. 'I don't think so.' He bit down on that lower lip of his again, the act snagging my gaze once more. 'Besides the fact that you know you won't succeed, you said I was beautiful, and clawing my eyes out would ruin that, wouldn't it?”

“I hope you realise that no matter what anyone has ever told you, you are more worthy than anyone I've ever met.' My heart squeezed in the best way. 'You haven't met enough people, then.' 'I have met too many.' He lifted his chin, kissing my forehead. He leaned back, sliding his thumb along my jaw. 'You deserve so much more than what awaits you.”

“I... you're perfect.' His expression tightened. 'No, I'm not. You deserve someone who is, but I'm too much of a bastard to allow that.' I shook my head, unsure how he couldn't see that he was deserving. 'I disagree with everything you just said.' 'Shocker,' he said, and then he curled his arm around me.”

“I plotted to take you from everything you knew, and I did, but that's nowhere near the worst of my crimes. I've killed people, Poppy. There is so much blood on my hands that they will never be clean. I will overthrow the Queen who cared for you, and many more will die in the process. I am not a good man.' He swallowed hard. 'But I am trying to be right now.' ... 'I don't want you to be good.' Without even realising it, I had lifted my other hand, fisting the front of his shirt. 'I want you.”

“There's a lot we need to talk about, Poppy.' 'There is.' Namely the whole marriage nonsense. 'But talking doesn't require you to be shirtless.' 'Talking doesn't require any clothes at all.' That smoky grin of his returned. 'I can promise you that some of the most interesting conversations take place with no clothes to speak of.''' Heat blasted my cheeks. 'I'm sure you've had a ton of experience with those types of conversations.' 'Jealous?' Propping his elbow on the arm of the chair, he rested his chin in his palm. 'Hardly.' The grin increased, and even though I couldn't see the dimple beyond the fingers splayed across his jaw and cheek, I knew it had to be there. 'Then... distracted?' 'No,' I liked, and then lied some more. 'Not even remotely.' 'Ah, I understand. You're dazzled.' 'Dazzled?' A surprised laugh almost broke free. And there it was again, the slight widening of his eyes, the parting of his lips, and the absence of arrogance. It was like watching him slip off a mask, but I had no idea if what was revealed was just another mask, especially when the look disappeared as his features became unreadable again. I exhaled slowly. 'We don't need to talk about your over-inflated ego. That has been long since established.”