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9dcdaed
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"Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?" "No! Good God, no!"
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funny
code-word
cookie
jennifer-l-armentrout
wait-for-you
cookies
cam
haha
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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188ba3a
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Sorry. Sorry. Don't hit. Bitches be scary when they hit.
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lmfao
j-lynn
jennifer-l-armentrout
wait-for-you
jacob
haha
lol
hit
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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f916139
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You bought chocolate--as far as I'm concerned, you're my new favorite person.
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lysandra
chocolate
haha
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Sarah J. Maas |
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e2f1cde
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"Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing." Cam's mouth opened. Oh my God, did I really just say that? I had."
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funny
jennifer-l-armentrout
wait-for-you
cam
haha
lol
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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129e785
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"There! Now we're friends!" declared the minx. "Say you're sorry about my sister -" "I am desolated!" "That's a good boy!"
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humour
haha
obedience
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Agatha Christie |
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b88f26a
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"I thought of making you and Julian real brothers." What is she talking about? Does she expect us to do a ritual thing like cut ourselves and rub blood together so we're blood brothers?"
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lawl
haha
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Simone Elkeles |
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d2ebedd
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"Mary." Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. "Lassiter?" "I'm over here." "Where?" She looked all around. "Why is your voice echoing?" "Chimney." "What?" "I'm stuck in the fucking chimney." She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. "Lass? What the hell are you doing up there?" His voice emanated from somewhere above her. "Don't tell anyone, okay?" "What are you--" An arm came down. A very sooty arm that was encased in a red sleeve that had white trim. Or what had been white trim and which was now smudged with ash. "You're stuck!" she exclaimed. "And thank God no one lit this fire!" "You're telling me," he muttered in his disembodied voice. "I had to blow out Fritz's match like a hundred times before he gave up. Fuck, that sounds dirty. Anyway, just remind me never to try to be Santa for your kid, okay? I'm not doing this again, even for her." Mary stretched a little farther in, but the logs on the hearth stopped her. "Lassiter. Why can't you free yourself by dematerializing--" "I'm impaled on a hook that's iron. I can't go ghost. And will you just take this?" "What?" "This." He turned his hand toward her and there was...a box...in it? A small navy blue box. "Open it. And before you ask, I already cleared it with your pinheaded . He's not jel or anything." Mary sat back and shook her head. "I'm more worried about you--" "Justopenthefuckingthingalready." Taking off the top, she found a slightly smaller box inside. That was velvet. "What is this?" As she lifted the lid, she...gasped. It was a pair of diamond earrings. A pair of perfectly matched, sparkly, diamond... "A mother's tears," Lassiter's slightly echo-y voice said softly. "So hard, so beautiful. I told you everything was going to be all right. And those are to remind you of how strong you are, how strong your love for your daughter is...how, even in the worst of times, things have a way of working out as they should." Blinking away tears, she thought of her crying in the foyer in front of the angel, crying because all had been lost. "They're just beautiful," she said hoarsely. -Lassiter & Mary"
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earrings
mothers-tears
playing-santa
so-sweet
stuck-in-the-chimney
haha
gift
never-again
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J.R. Ward |
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396ea11
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"Man, Rhage is playin' with fire," Butch said as he started to rack up the balls. "I give Fritz thirty seconds before he's--Here he comes." "I'm going to pretend I'm not here." V took a swig of his Goose. "Me too." While they got busy grabbing balls, Fritz came steaming across the foyer like a missile seeking a heat source. "Watch your ass, Hollywood, true?" V muttered as Rhage came over with a basket of popped-and-fluffy. "It's good for him. He needs the exercise--Fritz! How are you, buddy?" -Butch, Vishous, & Rhage"
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fritz
playing-with-fire
popcorn
rhage
vishous
haha
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J.R. Ward |
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0f1978a
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"Gentlemen," the king called out, "and ladies, First Meal is getting cold." Which was the cue for everyone to head back to the dining room and actually eat what had been only studiously ignored up until now. With Payne safe and at home, appetites were free to roam once more . . . although as God was his witness he was not going to think about what the hell that surgeon and his sister were no doubt about to get into. As he groaned, Jane tightened her arm around his waist. "Are you all right?" He glanced down at his shellan. "I don't think my sister is old enough to have sex." "V, she's the same age you are." He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first? Yeah, only one place to go for the answer to that. Shit, he hadn't even thought of his mother in all this. And now that he was . . . he had absolutely no desire or interest to pop up there and announce that Payne was doing great, fuck you very much. Nope. If the Scribe Virgin wanted to keep tabs on what her "children" were up to? She could look into those seeing bowls she liked so much. He kissed his shellan. "I don't care what the calendar says or about the birth order. That's my baby sister, and she's never going to be old enough to . . . 'um, yeah.' " Jane laughed and retucked herself under his arm. "You are a very sweet male." "Nah." "Yeah." Leading her into the dining room and over to the table, he gallantly pulled her chair out for her, and then he sat to her left so that she was at his dagger hand. - Vishous & Jane"
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sex
payne
brother
not-old-enough
jane
vishous
haha
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J.R. Ward |
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b367561
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"Zev patted his sword. "No problem then. I can take on the entire Lycan world for you, with a kid no less, just so you can get your beauty sleep." "My lifemate is Tatijana and you see what she looks like. I can't risk looking like I'm Dracula." Zev laughed softly. "I don't know what that woman sees in you." "Quite frankly, neither do I."
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fen-and-zev
haha
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Christine Feehan |
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5aea09b
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"Jess gazed at the apples arranged in all their colors: russet, blushing pink, freckled gold. She cast her eyes over heaps of pumpkins, bins of tomatoes cut from the vine, pale gooseberries with crumpled leaves. "You could buy a farm." "Why would I do that?" "To be healthy," said Jess. Emily shook her head. "I don't think I'd be a very good farmer." "You could have other people farm your farm for you," said Jess. "And you could just eat all the good things." Emily laughed. "That's what we're doing here at the Farmers' Market. We're paying farmers to farm for us. You've just invented agriculture." "Yes, but you could have your own farm and go out there and breathe the fresh air and touch the fresh earth." "I think that's called a vacation," said Emily. "Oh, you're too boring to be rich," Jess said. "And I would be so talented!" --
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farmers-market
emily-and-jess
produce
haha
colors
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Allegra Goodman |
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cffb19b
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"Wrath watched the doctor go through the little monitoring room and out into the hall. A moment later, she returned with the tall, thin physician. Havers bowed to him and to Beth through the glass and then went over to the monitors. Both of them assumed the identical pose: bent at the waist, hands in the pockets, brows down low over their eyes. "Do they coach them to do that in medical school?" Beth said. "Funny, I was wondering the same thing." -Beth & Wrath"
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havers
jane
medical-school
wrath
haha
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J.R. Ward |
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bd22d07
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"I'd ask why you don't want to be whipped, but I sense there's a long heartfelt story behind it and I'll feel sorry for you and I'm not really in the mood to feel pity. Maybe after a few more orgasms, I can fake sympathy. We're just not there yet, champ." "I like that nickname," I said, taking her hand between mine. "Stud works too. King Cock is another favorite." "How about Cock-A-Doodle-Doo?" "Too cartoony. I need something manlier. Cockinator." Laughing, Raven yanked her hand away. "How about Robo Cock or White Cock Down? Ooh, Cockageddon." "Independence Cock," I suggested, laughing as I drank my juice. "Cock Hard or Cocky. You know the third one where Cocky goes to Russia." Raven snorted. "Cocks on a Plane. No, Planet of the Cocks." "Kindergarten Cock," I said and Raven balked. "Did I take that too far?" "Perv. Oh, how about World War C?" "Too subtle." "Iron Cock or Cock of Steel. You know, if you're interested in the superhero route." "Star Trek and superheroes. I sense the nerd is strong in this one." "Fuck off. I saw the videogames at your stag shack." "Wanna come over and play sometime?" I asked, giving her a wink. "Then, after we're done playing, we can do that videogame thing you mentioned." "Hang out time like you shared with Judd?" Expression hardening, I glared at her. "I never fucked Judd." "Why? He's hot." Unable to keep up the facade, I laughed. "He's a pretty fucker, ain't he?" "Oh, yeah," she sighed and I stopped laughing. Raven noticed and it was her turn to laugh. "He's got those beautiful eyes." "They're beady rat eyes." "He's so strong." "Puny girly man." Raven licked her lips. "I bet he hung too." I showed her my pinkie finger. "He's barely this big when hard." "And how do you know that if you two never fucked?" "Fine, we fucked, but we were pretty drunk and he is really pretty." Raven nearly fell off her chair laughing. I felt intensely proud to make her lose her cool so thoroughly. After calming down, Raven threw up her hand and I high fived her. "You win," she said, catching her breath. "I'll play videogames at your place after fucking your brains out. Make you forget all about sexy Judd."
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vaughn-and-raven
haha
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Bijou Hunter |
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ed6d854
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"Distorted, clawed hands hung the bag of precious herbs around the thick, muscular neck of the wolf, and then the animal took off in a dead run, racing the climbing sun as it burned away the thick cloud covering. Fur began to smoke, and blisters rose beneath the thick pelt. Thunder cracked unexpectedly. Thick black clouds, heavy with rain, blew across the sky, providing Mikhail with dense cover from the sun. The storm rolled in over the forest fast, with wild winds kicking up leaves and swaying branches. A bolt of lightning sizzled across the sky in a fiery whip of dancing light. The sky darkened to an ominous cauldron of boiling clouds. Mikhail bounded into the cave and raced along the narrow maze of passages toward the main chamber, shape-shifting as he ran. Gregori's cool silver gaze slid over him as Mikhail relinquished the herbs. "It is a wonder you have been able to tie your shoes without me all of these centuries." Mikhail sank down beside his brother, one hand over his burning eyes. "It is more of a wonder you have stayed alive with your ostentatious displays. Remind me to remove my impressionable brother from your disrespectful presence before your winning ways rub off on him." --
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mikhail
haha
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Christine Feehan |
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3a8152c
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"I will not expose you to these men." "Give it a rest, Jacques. I mean it. We're in this thing together. I hate to brag and put you at an obvious disadvantage, but I can take more of the sun than you." His hand caressed the nape of her neck. "That doesn't mean I will allow you to be exposed to danger." Shea burst out laughing. "Just being with you is dangerous, you idiot. dangerous." She shook back her hair, her chin lifting a bit defiantly. "In any case, I can feel the vampire and you cannot. Neither, it seems, could Byron. Maybe the others won't be able to either. You need me." Reluctantly Jacques was allowing her to pull him toward the cave entrance. "Why do I never win an argument with you? I cannot allow you to be in danger, yet we are walking into the dawn and facing brutal killers when we are at our lowest strength. In the afternoon, Shea, we will be completely vulnerable, at their mercy, at the mercy of the sun. Both of us will be." "Then we'll just have to be in a safe place by then. Contact the others, Jacques, tell them what's going on." "I think you just want to get out of this cave. You would rather face a vampire and human killers than a few little bats." He tugged at her wild mane of hair. She flashed him a grin over her shoulder. "You've got that right. And don't you ever turn into a bat." She shuddered. "Or a rat." "We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love," he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. "You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick." The passage was narrowing again, taking her breath. At least Jacques was complying, even if he was grousing a bit."
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never-win
sick-sick-man
jacques-and-shea
haha
dangerous
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Christine Feehan |
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0f4c56b
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"Savannah handed the glass to Gregori, her eyes anxious. Gary touched his neck. He felt a little dizzy, and there was a burning sensation on the side of his neck, but when he touched his pulse, his hand came away free of blood. He glanced at Gregori. "You did it already, didn't you?" "Drink all of it." Gregori held the glass to his lips. "I saw no reason to prolong the suspense. Your mind was quite made up." "Welcome to my world, Gary." Savannah was flashing her mischievous smile. "He considers you family and under his protection now, so he's bound to be impossibly bossy." Gary groaned. "I didn't consider that. Damn. You're right. He can't help himself; it's his nature." "Do not start, you two. I did not think what it would be like to have the two of you driving me insane." Gregori sounded disgusted, but Gary was beginning to understand him a little. He never really changed expression, and his eyes gave nothing away, but Gary could almost feel Gregori's silent laughter. "You do have a sense of humor," he accused him. "Well, do not blame me. It is Savannah's fault. She insists on it," Gregori replied in disgust."
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gary
gregori-and-savannah
haha
sense-of-humor
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Christine Feehan |
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db5b596
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"I guess it would be too much to ask to let Savannah bite my neck." Gary made an attempt at humor. He was rubbing his neck, every Dracula movie he had ever seen going through his mind. A low growl rumbling in Gregori's throat was his answer."
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growl
gregori
haha
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Christine Feehan |
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9b70356
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"When he lifted his head, Savannah nearly pulled him back to her. He watched her face, her eyes cloudy with desire, her lips so beautiful, bereft of his. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Savannah? There is such beauty in your soul, I can see it shining in your eyes." She touched his face, her palm molding his strong jaw. Why couldn't she resist his hungry eyes? "I think you're casting a spell over me. I can't remember what we were talking about." Gregori smiled. "Kissing." His teeth nibbled gently at her chin. "Specifically, your wanting to kiss that orange-bearded imbecile." "I wanted to kiss every one of them," she lied indignantly. "No, you did not. You were hoping that silly fop would wipe my taste from your mouth for all eternity." His hand stroked back the fall of hair around her face. He feathered kisses along the delicate line of her jaw. "It would not have worked, you know. As I recall, he seemed to have a problem getting close to you." Her eyes smoldered dangerously. "Did you have anything to do with his allergies?" She wanted someone, anyone, to wipe Gregori's taste from her mouth, her soul. He raised his voice an octave. "Oh, Savannah, I just have to taste your lips," he mimicked. Then he went into a sneezing fit. "You haven't ridden until you've ridden on a Harley, baby." He sneezed, coughed, and gagged in perfect imitation. Savannah punched his arm, forgetting for a moment her bruised fist. When it hurt, she yelped and glared accusingly at him. "It was you doing all that to him! The poor man-- you damaged his ego for life. Each time he touched me, he had a sneezing fit." Gregori raised an eyebrow, completely unrepentant. "Technically, he did not lay a hand on you. He sneezed before he could get that close." She laid her head back on the pillow, her ebony hair curling around his arm, then her arm, weaving them together. His lips found her throat, then moved lower and found the spot over her breast that burned with need, with invitation. Savannah caught his head firmly in her hands and lifted him determinedly away from her before her treacherous body succumbed completely to his magic. "And the dog episode?" He tried for innocence, but his laughter was echoing in her mind. "What do you mean?" "You know very well what I mean," she insisted. "When Dragon walked me home." "Ah, yes, I seem to recall now. The big bad wolf decked out in chains and spikes, afraid of a little dog." "Little? A hundred-and-twenty-pound Rottweiler mix? Foaming at the mouth. Roaring. Charging him!" "He ran like a rabbit." Gregori's soft, caressing voice echoed his satisfaction. He had taken great pleasure in running that particular jackass off. How dare the man try to lay a hand on Savannah? "No wonder I couldn't touch the dog's mind and call him off. You rotten scoundrel." "After Dragon left you, I chased him for two blocks, and he went up a tree. I kept him there for several hours, just to make a point. He looked like a rooster with his orange comb." She laughed in spite of her desire not to. "He never came near me again." "Of course not. It was unacceptable," he said complacently, with complete satisfaction, the warmth of his breath heating her blood."
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little-dog
unacceptable
gregori-and-savannah
haha
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Christine Feehan |
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c40a110
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"The sound of a rumbling Harley wasn't anything out of the ordinary around Ellsberg. This bike roared its engine once, twice, again and again as if attempting to gain someone's attention. Or challenge a person to a fight maybe. A frowning Aaron looked outside and his expression darkened. "It's your fuckwad stepbrother." My stomach flipped and I backed away from the door as if I might run. Returning to sanity, I sighed. "How would he know?" "I don't know. I'll tell him to fuck off." Aaron walked onto the porch and Dylan turned of the Harley. I watched Dylan stop at the front fence where he glared at Aaron. "I know Lark's here. She needs to come home." "Fuck off," Aaron said, keeping his promise to tell Dylan just that."
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fuck-off
promise-kept
dylan
haha
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Bijou Hunter |