Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyonis a bestselling US writer. Under her own name she writes urban fantasy, and is best known for her Dark Hunter series. Under the pseudonym Kinley MacGregor she wrote historicals also with paranormal elements. Kenyon's novels have an "international following" with over 30 million copies in print in over 100 countries. Under both names, her books have appeared at the top of the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today lists, and they are frequent bestsellers in Germany,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
The personality is defined by its inconsistencies, not its consistencies. It's what makes us unique and who we are.
Vane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown "What are these?" he asked. "Potatoes," Vane told him. "What did they do to them?
I found my happy place the minute I saw you
He was surrounded and they were hungry for what few brain cells he had left. But you know what? He wasn't about to give in or give up. If he was going out, it would be the way he had come into this world. Fighting for every single breath.
You are not human,” the demon announced. “You have no soul.” “Thank you for the obvious. Did you know you have horns on your head?
His guilt is why Acheron went out of his way to make sure that all of you had servants and pay for your work. The Dark-Hunters owe that man everything, and I do mean everything. He pays in blood every time one of you wants to go free, and he suffers every day so that you can all live your cushy little lives of wealth and privilege.” … “And I have to say that every time one of your turns on him, it seriously pisses me off. Acheron asks nothing from any of you and that’s exactly what he receives.
I'm not an easy lay, Alexion” He actually smiled a real smile at her. It was charming and unexpected. "I am.
I waited two thousand years for you, Grace Alexander,” he whispered in her ear. “And you were worth every second of it.
Julian dipped his head to her ear where he nuzzled her neck. “I will love you forever,” he whispered.
Please Julian,” she whispered to him as he slept beside her. “Don’t leave me.
I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,” he whispered. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.
I wish I could just fling myself into bed with you, but I can’t. I don’t want to be used that way and I don’t want to use you! Can’t you understand that?
The fork was invented sometime in the fifteenth century, I believe.” “Really?” she asked. “Were you there?” His features blank, he looked up and asked, “What, for the invention of the fork or the fifteenth century?
Excuse me?" Jess asked in disbelief. "This is Frozen Zarek I'm talking to, right? Not some weird pod person?" He shook his head at Jess's joking. "It's me, dickless." "Hey, now, that's way too personal. I don't need to know that much about you.