Gena Showalter

Gena Showalter
Gena Showalteris an American author in the genres of contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and young adult...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 September 1975
CountryUnited States of America
fighting lessons firsts
First rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: you don’t talk about Teach Kane a Lesson. Second rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: you don’t talk about Teach Kane a Lesson. Third rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: if someone taps out, you just keep fighting. Fourth rule of Teach Kane a Lesson: there are no rules. Got it?
looks gynecologists
I'm Not a Gynecologist, but I'll take a Look.
dark men people
Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch
children heart bed
She has the heart of a child, you know. Yeah, it's in a box beside her bed. - Kaia Skyhawk
paris pleasure fatality
Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.
heart special whole
You are the woman of my heart. The one I have been awaiting the whole of my life, though I didn't know it until I spied you. there isn't one thing that makes you special to me, but all things...
nice miracle littles
Your woman wears underwear out in public,” Sabin said. “Must be nice. How’d you manage that little miracle?” “Only the Deity knows.
party blood done
But if anyone so much as threatened them because of what Kaia had once done, she would turn the Slumber Party Massacre into Blood, Bath and Beyond, a documentary by Kaia Skyhawk.
warrior forgive-me forgiving
Sienna shrugged, apparently unconcerned by what the warrior had said. "You'll have to forgive me for now noticing you back then. Next to him, you're kind of homely." William chocked on his own tongue.
bullshit today kind
Back off, asshole. I haven't had a woman today, so I'm in no mood for this kind of bullshit.
afar narcissism
I like to be admired from afar, and then complimented up close.
narcissism let-me wells
Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?
wind funny-things paris
He had no one but himself to blame, for he’d opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a crack in a window. But the funny thing was, once you welcomed in a breeze, there was no stopping what came next. A wind, a storm, thunder and lightning, until you could no longer reach the window to close it—and didn’t really want to anyway. That’s what this new darkness was. Evil in its purest form... -Paris
angel boys men
Yes, you make yourself useful, angel boy. Meanwhile, I’ll be in the bathroom.” William’s jet-black hair was dripping wet and plastered to his face. There was a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, displaying muscles that rivaled Paris’s own, and a tattooed treasure map that led to his man junk. Looking at his, you could see the makings of a temper so savage anyone who miraculously survived an encounter with him would end up needing therapy. And diapers. “I’ve got to finish deep conditioning my hair.” Or maybe not so savage.