“She stretched beneath him, bare and aching, held captive by an entirely new form of magic, one she’d thought existed only in books and movies.”
— Christine Warren
“Only in porn did people appear to need sex as badly as she needed it right that minute.”
— Christine Warren
“She could sense the desire pouring off the man in front of her, and to be wanted so obviously, so fiercely, went to her head like moonshine. He made her feel like a goddess.Provided goddesses got this horny.”
— Christine Warren
“Ella squeezed, wringing a groan from his throat that echoed the torments of the damned. Usually, though, the damned didn’t lean into the torment in a silent entreaty for more. Or so she assumed. She didn’t think hell was likely to be kinky.”
— Christine Warren
“Still shuddering, he collapsed atop her on a long, strangled groan. It sounded as if someone had just wrung out his soul.Ella knew precisely how he felt.”
— Christine Warren
“So I’m not allowed to take responsibility for the whole world, but you are, huh?Kees felt the corners of his mouth twitch and his heart squeeze and then melt. …I am bigger, he growled.And she laughed.”
— Christine Warren
“Didn’t anyone tell you that size doesn’t matter?””Yes, but I told him to put his pants back on and go home.”
— Christine Warren
“Committing suicide essentially said to friends and loved ones and the world at large that you were the only thing that mattered, that your problems were hopeless that you deserved to escape from them and to hell with everyone else.Suicide was nothing more than a way to look in the eye of the people who loved you and say, “My pain is paramount and I want it to end. The pain you will feel when I am gone, and the guilt you will experience at not having been able to stop me, do not matter to me. I am willing for you to suffer for the rest of your life so that I can take the easy way out of mine.”
— Christine Warren
“Heat rose to her cheeks. The man made love to her one time, and already she couldn’t wait to touch him again. He should be labeled a controlled substance to keep potential addicts like her safe from his influence.”
— Christine Warren
“Wherever his gaze touched her, she felt as if flames licked at her skin, and the thought of what it might do to her to feel his tongue follow suit had her eyes drifting shut on a moan.Spar chuckled softly and leaned closer until his breath teased the rim of her ear. “I would pay more than a penny for those thoughts, little human, were I not filled with such vivid imaginings of my own.”
— Christine Warren
“Religious figures, gargoyles, and grotesques, she though, looked fine on Gothic cathedrals, but she’d always spent more time looking at the murals inside the buildings than the carvings outside.So why did this one seem to have captured all her attention?”
— Christine Warren
“My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.”
— Christine Warren
“The Defiler will not have you, Felicity. I have claimed you for myself.”The rumble of those words, soft and dark, sent shivers racing through her. Her imagination supplied all sorts of images of ways she could be claimed by him, and none of them had anything to do with evil.Heat flooded her cheek, then wormed its way lower. It built in the pit of her belly until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Her hand shifted from his shoulder to his cheek, and she lifted herself up on her toes.”Show me,” she whispered, just before she pressed her lips to his.”
— Christine Warren
“So this gargoyle you’re looking for, she could imagine herself saying. It wouldn’t happen to have freaky magical powers, or the ability to devour human souls, would it?”
— Christine Warren
“When he expressed his feelings for her – always here like this, while he touched her or made love to her – he used words of possession and passion. He told her they belonged to each other, that she was his, that he was her mate. And he made love to her like a starving man, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.”
— Christine Warren
“She’d grown up hearing about epic battles between Guardians and demons, of legendary Wardens and their brave fight to keep the nocturnis at bay. To her, it all had the air of fairy tales, history through the lens of the Brothers Grimm. She listened to the tales the same way she listened to Beowulf, and had the same expectation of ever featuring in one of those famous battles as of facing Grendel’s mother in a Scandinavian swamp. Yet here she was, not just fighting the forces of evil but somehow tied to her very own Guardian, acting for all intents and purposes like the Warden she had once dreamed of becoming.”
— Christine Warren
“Her eyes scanned the room and spotted her cell phone lying on the coffee table at least three whole feet away from her hands. She groaned. This was when she didn’t want to be a witch, she wanted to be a Jedi, so she could use the Force to make her phone fly right into her hand. What the hell, right? Lifting one arm she reached out an open hand toward the small electronic device. Use the Force, Wynn, she thought and had to stifle a slightly punch-drunk giggle. From his seat in the oversized chair, Knox eyed her strangely. After a moment, she gave up and dropped her hand to her side, rolling her head along the sofa cusions to meet her mate’s gaze. “What were just doing?” he asked warily. “Using the Force.” He looked from her to the table and back again. “Did you do this successfully?” She shook her head and grinned. “The Force is weak with this one. I’ll never be a Jedi Master.”
— Christine Warren
“Why do you cry?””I almost lost you…””You cannot lose me, not when you are part of me…You cannot lose has become part of you.”
— Christine Warren
“Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. “‘Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.”
— Christine Warren
“Calling on his inherent magic, he pictured a shape less conspicuous in the mortal realm. An instant later he stood before his companion in his new body and found himself surprisingly comfortable in the denim and cotton garments that came with it. Perhaps this confining human shape had its advantages. He nodded in satisfaction and looked to the woman, “Will this do?” *** Will this do me? Now that is the question. Wynn took in the Guardian’s human form and hoped her eyes were not literally bulging out of her head, because they sure as heck felt like they were. It felt as if the usually obedient organs couldn’t take in enough of the new view in their natural state and wanted to reach out and touch the gorgeous specimen of man that now stood before her. Because… wow.”
— Christine Warren
“Wynn really hoped the squeal that followed her announcement came from Ella, because if Kees had made that sound, she feared for his testicles.”
— Christine Warren
“A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.”
— Christine Warren
“You know, in human society, it’s considered impolite to molest a sleeping person. In fact, it’s seen as pretty creepy.” His gaze shot to her face and found her regarding him through dark eyes heavy with sleep but lit with amusement rather than indignation. He felt himself relax slightly and continued to explore the fascinating contours of her calf and thigh. “Then as you are now awake, I may continue without fear.”
— Christine Warren
“He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.”
— Christine Warren
“She tilted her head to glare up at him. “There you go with the ‘little witch’ thing again. What did I tell you about that?” Knox grinned unrepentantly. “What can I say? You have bewitched me.”
— Christine Warren
“I do not doubt your intellectual or spiritual equality with me, mate. When I saw you belong to me, it is only because I belong so utterly to you, as well.”
— Christine Warren
“The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.”
— Christine Warren
“You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.”
— Christine Warren
“Knox emerged into the human world aware of two things – that the woman beneath him must be protected, and that the man clutched in his large, claw-tipped hands needed to die. It was just a matter of how and how soon. He would personally prefer bloody and right now, but something urged him to caution.”
— Christine Warren
“The blade was sharp enough that she didn’t feel the initial prick, but it didn’t matter. The earth beside her opened up and the knife slid from her attacker’s suddenly nerveless hand, thudding to the ground about the same time she did. His grip on her hand disappeared the instant that something else emerged in a blast of stone and magic. Wynn’s cavalry had arrived, in the form of one very large and very angry Guardian, a Guardian that was supposed to be nothing but the teeny-tiny pieces still scattered around her. Huh. How about that?”
— Christine Warren