Jeaniene Frost
Jeaniene Frost
Jeaniene Frost is an American fantasy author, known for her work on the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Night Huntress series and the Night Huntress World novels. Foreign rights for her novels have sold to nineteen different countries...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth14 June 1974
CountryUnited States of America
giving pay saws
Of course you are. Then you're going to give me multiple orgasms and pay off my mortgage too. I saw this movie, pal. It was in the fantasy section. (Isa)
men noses soap
He's clean," Ritchie announced. Chance wrinkled his nose with mild distaste. "Can't say the same about you. Really, man, soap is nothing to fear.
hurt numbness getting-hurt
Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?
cat pride giving
...love him enough to give him this, even if it's at the price of your pride." (Annette to Cat)
nice common should
All of you, leave," Vlad responded curtly. "That's not nice," I mumbled. "You should talk to them before you bite them, too. Common curtesy.
trying done failing
Of course he wouldn't hesitate before trying something that had never been done before. He was Vlad Tepesh. How could he fail?
makeup thinking looks
He was also handsome in a too-pretty way that made me think with less muscles, a wig, and some makeup, he'd look great in a dress. Vlad's scowl vanished into a smile as the brunet's gaze swung in my direction as though he'd somehow heard that. "Looks as though she's put you in your place as well, Bones," Vlad drawled.
hands tonight
Don’t take your hands off me even once tonight.” (Vlad)
eye sarcasm voice
What's in the cave, Russell?' Madigan asked with heavy sarcasm. I shrugged. 'Rocks. Lots of 'em.' 'Don't patronize me.' His voice lowered to a hiss. 'What else is in the cave?' I looked him straight in the eye and spoke one word. 'Mud.
home guy wow
Where are we going? You never told me." "My home in Romania." Wow, this guy wasn’t kidding with his Dracula fixation.
love-you what-if epileptics
How could I possibly keep my cool while getting sweaty with him? What if I screamed out something horrifying, like "I love you?" What if I had an epileptic attack and started drooling or spitting right in the middle of things?
keys misunderstood trying
I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I'd misunderstood the image I'd glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he'd lost.
sometimes pondering
I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.
want asking nervous
How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? I'd die for you. Why wouldn't I want to live for you as well?