Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine is a pen name of Roxanne Longstreet Conrad, an American writer of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and horror novels. She also publishes media tie-in novels as Julie Fortune...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 April 1962
CountryUnited States of America
cute girly voice
Oh, he is cute!” Shane said in a fake girly voice. “Gee, maybe we can ask him out!” “Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!
girl air sweat
He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?” “I sweat perfume. Like all girls.
girl this-girl said
Myrnin said softly. "And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you?
girl sweat smell
How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.
girl unconditional-love dumb
claire:dont do anything dumb or ill kill you myself shane:ouch girl whatever happend to unconditional love around here
girl kids hands
Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning," Shane said. "Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?
girl thinking voice
She keeps asking me where we're going." "Yeah," another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. "Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere." "That's not true!" "It is," he said. "I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're-" "Closed in," Michael said. "Trapped," Shane added. "Idiots," Claire finished.
girlfriend views talking
From Shane's Point of View: Jester talking to Shane: "What's the matter? You afraid you'd bite your skinny little girlfriend?" Jester laughed. "She's already someone else's, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He's marked her." Myrnin. "Shut up," I said, and kicked him in the face.
girl teenage drama
Myrnin: "There is no drama so great as that of a teenage girl." Claire: "Except yours.
mean-girls hyenas hot
Why was it the hot mean girls always ran in packs, like hyenas?
girl men would-be
But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?" Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?
girl please
You are the weirdest girl ever.” “Please. You live with Eve.
girl class trust-me
She doesn’t usually back down that easily.” “Maybe she’s got class.” Eve snorted. “Trust me,” she said. “That girl’s got no class at all.
girlfriend broken tree
You know," I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here," he said.