Richelle Mead
Richelle Mead
Richelle Meadis a bestselling American fantasy author. She is known for the Georgina Kincaid series, Vampire Academy, Bloodlines and the Dark Swan series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 November 1976
CountryUnited States of America
fun mistress hey
Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.
people groups should
I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups
eye fire emeralds
I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire
hands dress-code locks
How is Angeline?” asked Dimitri. “Is she improving?” Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. “Improving how exactly?” I asked. “In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?” “Or in turning off caps-lock?” added Eddie. “You noticed that too?” I asked. “Hard not to,” he said.
sorry hands covered
Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. “Sorry” I’d probably freaked him out
arms like-me
Never thought I’d see the day when you’d throw your arms around a vam - someone like me
library news rooms
Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?
thinking shirts ends
I think it’s more like a shirt that says, ‘I’m going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare my Power Point presentation
sometimes dimitri dedicated
Eddie was intensely dedicated too. Adrian sometimes called him mini-Dimitri
halloween commitment bigger
Right. Because there’s no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance
skins body scent
He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.
two waiting week
Well, I guess I can wait two weeks then." "for what?" "to ask her out
kind shirts sydney
Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.
world pulling
Georgina," He murmured, pulling me closer. "You are the world.