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
book destiny years
The Broken Destiny series will be a trilogy, with each book releasing about a year apart.
needs apologizing should
You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it.
brave doubt rooms
Brave words in a room full of pulseless creatures. Spade gave Don a disgusted glance while Rodney just licked his lips. No doubt he was mentally salting and peppering Don.
vampire want bait
I'm great as bait! All the vampires want to eat me!
cat should made
He picked the wrong profession. Should've stayed a prostitute. He'd have made millions. - Cat
self sides grudge
Note to self: Don't get on Veritas's bad side. She holds a grudge for centuries.
average knives secret
I might look as average as the next person but I had a few secrets up my sleeves. And lots of knives of course.
hands long desire
I'm not fretting over control with you. You can have all of the command you desire as long as we're together. I'll just save my demands for the bedroom." I flushed. Bones just chuckled and brought my hand to his lips.
men hands-up impossible
I threw my hands up. Men. They were impossible to reason with.
might groups chicks
I might be the only chick in the group, but that didn't make me the damsel in distress.
way bones my-favorite
Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.
mom real hate
But-but…” Timmie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend? Why doesn’t she know about your real one?” That was a good question. I cast around for an answer. Any answer. “He’s English!” I settled on desperately. “And Mom…Mom hates foreigners!
queens doors mind
He looked glad to be on his way and made a beeline for the exit. Just as he was out the door, however, he stuck his head back in. “I don’t mind foreigners. God save the queen!” he squeaked, and ran. Bones arched a brow. I sighed. “Didn’t hear that part? Never mind. Don’t ask.
jesus tears mary
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I was going to squirt tears. How unprofessional.